California Dreamin' Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

California Dreamin' Pt. 08

... my grip on her cheeks and began to match the movements with my arms. She noticed the encouragement and turned to look at me.

"I love you Jack," she panted, "you're fucking me so good."

I kissed her hard and put a little more arm muscle into our activity. My sweat had begun to drip actively and I was breathing heavy. Somehow, the exertion added another layer to the experience. I began to lift her nearly all the way up before slamming back down. Even through my lust fog, I could feel something wet and warm dripping down my shaft and balls.Quinn's load... The thought her thick juice oozing out onto us started my cascade.

"Oh, yes baby...," I grunted, "I'm gonna cum..."

"Me too!" she cried, "Harder, Jack..."

I poured every bit of strength I had left into forcing her body down to me, her thighs slapping loudly against my hips. My whole body moved in time with our sex, every muscle and spare bit of brainpower working to keep us balanced and standing. The pressure built inside my core, the familiar feeling of falling off the cliff... I went rigid and planted my feet as the cum rocketed out.

"Fuck!"

Sloane kept rocking against me as her orgasm tore through her body, her tremors out of sync with the jets of liquid filling her insides. I finally wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me, both our chests heaving.

"Oh, damn..." she whispered, her chin resting on my shoulder.

Quinn came close and wrapped her arms around us. I had a feeling it was ...

... partially to make sure I didn't fall over. "That was pretty epic, wasn't it?" She took turns kissing us.

My softening cock still inside her, I waddled toward the bed and gently set Sloane down. I looked down at the copious quantity of our mixed juices dripping down my thighs and smiled.

"We made quite the mess," I said, still breathing hard. "I hope it was as awesome as you imagined from your video."

"Even better..." she grinned. "And I think we need another shower."

We did indeed have another shower, but were all sated enough to simply wash off the bodily fluids we'd shared with each other. I finished first and got out to dry off, then changed into some comfortable sweats and a t-shirt. They came out a while later, each wearing sexy little satin pajama sets that made me feel like a slob.A slob with two hot girlfriends, at least.

I cooked us dinner while they sat at the island and talked. Sloane really had gone all out on whatever package deal she'd arranged for the house. The fridge was stuffed full of high end ingredients, many of which had recommended recipes. Quinn and I agreed the pan seared beef tenderloin and garlic butter shrimp should be saved for Christmas dinner. I settled on a large, thin crust pizza that appeared to have been scratch made. The cabin had a pizza oven, because of course it did, which cooked the pie perfectly crispy and chewy.

We lazed around after dinner, at one point sipping hot chocolate and starting at the snow, just as I'd ...