The Real Winner - Sex Stories

The Real Winner

... tongue. From my grip on her thigh I could feel every tremor that coursed through her body. She stiffened suddenly and gasped, and for a moment I thought she had cum, though her pussy gave me no sign of that. Then I felt another body brush lightly against my leg, and barely heard Meg whisper “Jesus Liz.” Dana's hips were pressed more forcefully against my face as she wildly cried “Fuck yes, finger my ass”. I start licking again fervently, as Dana's moans turn into impassioned screams, and she grabbed my head with both hands. I could faintly hear Liz whispering something, but between Dana's incredibly vocal replies of “Yes!”, the buzz of Megs vibe and her own now familiar throaty moans, I couldn't make out the words. Dana rubbed my whole face against her pussy, and all I can do is stick my tongue out and let her use me. Without something to focus on, I suddenly become aware of the blood pounding in my hard cock, how the rough denim of my pants rubbed against my tender flesh, the large wet spot of precum on my boxers and jeans. Even though I hadn't been touched, I struggled to keep myself controlled. With the single loudest cry of the evening Dana stiffened and started to cum. I moved my head to lap at her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of her salty sweet nectar. Her body shook, but she kept my head pressed firmly in place, Liz's fingers keeping her pinned against me. It was a long moment before she relaxed enough to release my head. I gasped for breath and looked ...

... up at her, but she was looking over at her shoulder at Liz, who is still clutching one of Dana's breasts, her other hand snaking up from Dana's ass to wrap around her waist. As I watched, the two women looked deep into each other eyes before Meg engulfed them both in a hug, squealing with glee. The three women took a few steps back, all looking at Liz as she stood there, her bathrobe hanging open. “What?” she said as she searched her friends faces, “Meg had a good idea. And god does your ass look great.” Meg walked over to the couch, scooped up the prize money, and handed it to Dana before she hugged her two friends again. Then they started chatting happily as Dana held the money to her chest. I looked over at Nate, eager to see his reaction, only to see that he had passed out, his barely touched beer dangling precariously in his grip. He barely stirred when I reached over and plucked the beer from his loose grasp, and set it safely on the floor between us. I cleared my throat, reaching into my pocket to fish out my phone, gasping slightly as my hand briefly grazed the throbbing head of my cock. “I should call a cab.” I say awkwardly as the three women studied me. I glance over at Nate's resting form as if to emphasize my point. “I think he's fine where he is.” says Dana, smiling slightly, as she reached down to stay my hand. “Well, what should I-” I trailed off as the three women fix me with hungry grins. “We're deciding that now.” said Meg. “Oh.” I said and smiled, letting ...