Sex Games #8 - Sex Stories

Sex Games #8

... labia and lightly kissing her clit. He kissed and stuck his tongue in her ass and slathered it with love. After a while he stood up, his face glistening with her juices and pulled out his prick. He rubbed it up and down her cunt lips and slowly pushed it in. They both were still for a moment, feeling the pulse of their sex. He began gently thrusting it in, both of them enjoying every stroke. Carol moaned, "I so need this now." He kept pushing into her and his cock was wet from her moistness. Carol started mumbling, "Umhhh, Mark, Mark, Oh my fucking god, Fuuuck me, Cum in me." They started fucking in a sexual frenzy. They were in a fever. This was pure lust. Soon they both climaxed with intense orgasms. They rested glowing with sex, tenderly holding each other. Carol was out of breath and still throbbing. I had a huge erection. Mark finally stood up, cum was dripping out of Carol, and he said, "Nice to have you back in town." He grinned at both of us and headed back into the party. I asked you, "Home?" You said, "It's too early. Let me clean up and we'll go back in." When we walked back in Mark winked at us and Carol flashed a nipple at him. We all smiled. We stayed for a while but things seemed to peter out early so we left. Carol said, "We've never tried cruising in the car. Let's drive around the pickup night clubs" I said, "OK." We drove downtown and started cruising slowly up and down the streets. Outside one of the clubs known as a pickup place we saw two young guys ...

... looking abandoned. I pulled over and Carol called out to them, "Hey guys, over here." When they got to the SUV Carol said, "We're looking for guys to play with, to have fun with. There's a nice hotel a few blocks from here. We'll pay for the room and meet you in the lobby bar." They looked skeptical. I said, "Relax, we'll all have a good time." We introduced our selves. Their names were Tom and Harry. The Peabody hotel is a Nashville landmark. It was restored in the 1980s to it's full glory. We pulled up to the valet and went inside to the front desk. We asked, "What's your best suite available?" The clerk said, "The Honeymoon suite." We said we'd take it. We walked over to the lobby bar. The bar is very burnished with red leather booths, small tables with little lamps on them, a gleaming mahogany bar, softly glowing mirrors displaying their liquors and a gleaming marble floor. The red walls had a number of old English Hogarth prints on them. We picked a booth with some privacy and ordered Gin Martinis. When we sat down I could sense Carol's excitement about the night ahead. Tom and Harry walked in a few minutes later. We waved them over. I stood up and shook their hands and gestured for them to sit in the booth. They sat in the rounded booth with Carol in between them. Carol greeted both of them with soft passionate open mouth kisses, tongues twirling. We chatted for a few minutes then I said, "Let's go up to our room." On the way I ordered champagne. In the elevator Carol ...