Double Penetration and More - Sex Stories

Double Penetration and More

... neck. Another pair of hands skimmed along her front, teasing but not quite taking.

Michael hummed as he rested a fingertip at the neckline of her dress.

"You can't tell me you're a novice at this, James."

"I'll give myself a little more credit than that," his voice dropped lower, "but it never hurts to learn a thing or two."

Michael's fingertip dragged down the center-line of her body, leaving a zipper in its wake. He split her outfit in half, making it easy for James to peel the pieces away and drop them to the floor.

"So pretty," he mused, "get on the bed for me."

A statement, not a question. Her pussy throbbed.

"Okay."

His sheets were a crisp white, high thread count, buttery soft on her skin. From her throne in the center she watched James' cap tumble to the floor.

One of Michael's hands combed through the thick curls that hid beneath, the other curled around his belt. He pulled, much more forceful than he'd been with her, until their groins pushed together.

"Mike-" James hissed out.

"Listen. Show me how you touch her, how you make her feel good. I'll step in when I need to."

"Gonna grade my performance, professor?"

In a subtle motion, they grinded against each other.

"A little. Just a quiz, not a test. Go."

Reluctant to part, but eager to begin. James pulled his sweater over his head and wasted no time climbing onto the mattress.

"Please," she sighed, "I need someone to touch me before I start losing my mind."

The ...

... mattress dipped from Michael settling next to her, jacket gone but pants still on.

"We will. Be a good, patient girl for me. Can you do that?"

She bit her lip.

"I can try. Oh, fuck!"

James laid himself between her thighs, surprising her with his tongue swiping over her clit. True to Michael's request, he touched her in the way he always did.

Hands pulled her legs open, enthusiastically tasting her. Everything with James was intense, passionate. She knew his feelings for her by the way he consumed her.

Once the initial relaxation and rush faded, she looked up at Michael next to her. He was watching, somewhere between horny and amused. His pants were tented with the strain of his cock against them.

"Jay, watch."

He pulled away as instructed.

"Our bodies are more sensitive than we think."

He rested the fingertips of one hand above her navel, tracing up and down.

"Take your time."

Truly, he meant it. James watched Michael's hand skim along her curves, over her tits. He leaned down, silky hair tickling her chest as he lapped at a nipple. As natural as breathing she pushed into the contact, pouting a little when he insisted on being gentle.

The touch slipped beneath her belly button, over to one side. He gripped the thigh closest to him, pulling a soft moan from her. Licking, soft nibbling, and sucking at her nipple. It wasn't much, but it set her body on fire.

"Touch me."

"I am touching you."

Michael wore a grin on his face. He knew what ...