Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her pony-tail bobbed with her head movements. I watched while she did exactly the same thing to him that I had often done, only she looked much more handsome in the process.

Barb's breasts waved enchantingly from side to side, back and forth, while she suckled him. I wondered how long Roger was going to be able to hold out.

After a bit of devoted licking, even what I might call worship of that organ that I knew so well, she leaned over and let him fondle her breasts, dangling them into his face.

I could tell he wanted to extend a hand to her crotch, but didn't dare for whatever reason. I am not sure how Barb would have reacted.

She settled in at the apex of his crotch, urging his legs apart so she could fit, and gave him a look that could have launched a moon rocket, then began a longer suckling, again sitting on her haunches. He had an exquisite view of her twins hanging down, moving enticingly while she worked him. If I hadn't come twice already, my own prick would have stirred, but I was thoroughly done for the night.

Long licks up and down his shaft, her right hand cupping his balls. Dalliance at his cock-head, she changed rhythm, depth, attention all around. Two cocks she got tonight. Was she doing a comparison? I would have to ask later.

Retreating slightly, she extended her tongue underneath his balls. She licked, sucked, running each one around in her mouth. She clearly was enjoying the sensations. I salivated ...

... myself.

But my bud was getting desperate, judging by how stiff his legs had gotten, the way his toes were clenching and unclenching. I'd seen this behavior before but of course I was able to notice things from a different angle now that I was watching and not doing.

Back to his cock, a quick look to his face, a check-in. His expression was similar to the ones I saw on posters of saints' faces in the window of the local Catholic bookstore.

Barb was intent now. Lips to the head, little tongue laps around his ridge, mouth down his shaft, halfway, and then a good tempo going. Roger's hips pressed back into her face with serious intent.

She left off with her mouth and began a slow insistent fondling with her hands, all slicked up, gliding up and down his shaft, caressing his cock-head, and she coaxed another sweet sperm load from my best friend.

Roger, who normally took his climaxes with eyes closed, could not keep them off Barb's chest as she worked him, those heavy, dangling breasts jiggling as her hands moved. They did look nice. Rhythmic, liquid, pleasure skins.

I got up and brought a pair of towels from the upstairs bathroom. For the second time that evening, Barb and I cleaned up my buddy's semen from his furry belly.

There was nothing left to do but gather Roger up. I stood while he put his clothes on. I slipped into my bathrobe and went down with him to the front door.

We didn't say much at the threshold.

"Thanks bud, I think there's some hope," I ...