Chris Simon - A real hot number

His fingers reminded me of my own, yet they were still unfamiliar enough to be exciting. His hand moved with familiarity and confidence, with the intimate knowledge no woman could possess. A knowledge that comes with practice in performing the act upon yourself: something no woman could ever know.

I found myself responding to him, as I might respond to my own hand, if I were masturbating myself. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my own hand. I began to relax and enjoy his caress.

Something changed. A shift of weight; a movement. Suddenly I felt something else against my cock: a wetness. A hot, soft, moving wetness.

I opened my eyes and looked down. My cock was in Brian's mouth.

"Jesus," I moaned. His mouth felt so wet, so hot! I pushed my cock in until the base of my stomach was crushed against his mouth. My whole cock was in his mouth!

Then Patti moaned. Her eyes were open wide, and she was straining her neck to see. She didn't want to relinquish her hold on his cock, and she didn't want to miss his sucking on me. She was torn between two pleasures.

I began to push myself in and out of Brian's mouth. I felt as though his mouth were a cunt: a liquid, molten, wet cunt that was sucking and licking against my cock as no cunt… as no mouth… had done ever before. I found myself enjoying it, and I pushed in and out of his mouth in a building pleasurable tempo.

Torn too long, Patti finally relaxed her hold on Brian's cock. It plopped from her mouth, glistening wet and it stood erect against his belly like a steel spring. The blondness of his pubic hair made the flesh of his cock seem almost red.

Patti slumped against the couch, sitting back on her haunches, with her hand pressed between her legs. Her skirt was thrown back, over her hips, and her whole underside was exposed. Her fingers were working in the forest of her cunt, and her mouth hung loose from the swollen impression of Brian's cock. Her eyes were wide and bulging, and she stared at my cock buried deep inside of Brian's open mouth.

Without wanting to, I grabbed Brian's head. I dug my fingers into his long blond hair, and I pulled his face against me. His head followed my motion, and he began to slide himself up and down the shaft of my cock. His mouth was wonderful, and I remembered what he had said over the telephone the first time I had spoken to him: gays were orally oriented!

"Suck him!" Patti said, chanting almost. "Suck him!"

She was moving her fingers so quickly against herself that her wet fingers kept slipping off her clitoris. She began to rub herself with her whole hand, and then with her wrist.

Brian, in the meantime, was opening his pants and pulling them down his thighs. He got them about halfway down, and the thickness of his muscles halted his progress. The tightness of his pants and the elastic redness of his briefs were stretched across his thighs like a thin line of cloth: a prison of nylon and silk. His rod stood up from his crotch like something mean and powerful; like a magnet, drawing my hand towards it…

"Sixty-nine!" Patti said. "Sixty-nine!"

Brian slipped from the couch to the rug, his mouth taking me down with him. I felt the pressure of his lips and tongue, and my legs melted into the rug. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself inverted on the rug, pressed up against Brian.

I felt a pressure against the back of my head. It was Patti's hand, pushing me toward Brian's cock. I resisted the pressure, but I found my face moving closer to him. My mouth opened. Something hard pushed past ray lips; something hard and thick. Past my lips, past my teeth, into my mouth. It was Brian's cock.

I nearly gagged. I felt as though I was going to vomit. But I opened my mouth and tasted him. His body smelled of sex, and his cock had a coppery, salty taste. It felt like rubber, only warm, alive rubber. I began to move my head up and down, swallowing the shaft of his cock.

My tongue was pressed down under the thickness of his shaft, and I felt the tip of his organ pressed near the back of my throat. His balls were swinging, and I felt them bang into my chin.

I felt a hand moving near my face, and then another on my cock. It was Patti's hand, I realized. She had wrapped one hand around Brian's cock as it slid into my mouth, and she had wrapped her other hand around my cock, as it was sliding in and out of Brian's mouth. She had joined both our bodies in a single, sexual link.

Brian began to move his mouth, twisting it around, permitting my cock to swivel like a screw in a wide shaft. As he did, he began to move his own cock. I felt it slide into my mouth, pressed back into my throat. I began to gag on his length, although judging from Patti's pumping hand, less than half was in my mouth.

I broke away, gasping for breath, feeling a wave of shame and passion run down my body in a shuddering wash of emotion. I pulled my cock from Brian's grasping mouth.

"No," I said. "No more."

But Patti didn't accept my limits: she wanted more. Much more.

"Fuck me," she said to Brian. "Please!"

He looked at me. His face was creased with passion and revulsion. He weighed her request.

"All right," he agreed. "Just once."

He was on his back already, and Patti pushed his knees down so he was flat on the rug. Then she lowered her body upon his rigid, giant shaft. She moaned as it sank into the wet depths of her cunt.

Their fuck looked strangely obscene to me. I was looking up between Brian's legs, and Patti straddled them, and lowered herself upon the rigidity of his cock. I watched as his cock opened the lips of her cunt and separated the wetness of her red hole. The cock seemed to slide into Patti slowly, almost unrealistically. She pushed herself down and wriggled her hips, but the organ only went so far into her and would go no further. About one half of Brian's cock was enclosed in the wet, blond flap of Patti's cunt.

I began to jerk off as I looked at it: I didn't want to but I couldn't prevent myself from doing so. It was as though I were two persons; torn between guilt and total abandoned sexuality.

"Stop!" Patti yelled. "I'll cum if you don't!"

But she made no attempt to stop; instead, she wriggled her hips more, and tried to screw her cunt further down on Brian's cock.

It was Brian, finally, who dislodged her. He jack-knifed his knees suddenly, and lifted her off. Patti tumbled onto me in a sweaty, sex-reeking bundle.

"Fuck him for me!" she said to me. Her eyes were crazy with lust. She seemed to be pleading for herself more than me; she wanted me to do what she was prevented from doing.

"No," I said. I couldn't. My mind was so tossed and confused, I couldn't think clearly.

"Please," she said, and she bent down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it hard, drawing my organ well into her mouth. She was sucking desperately.

"All right!" I said. I pushed her face away from my cock. I didn't want her mouth there any longer.

I stood on my knees, my pants still on, and my cock stuck from my open zipper. Brian saw it, and twisted around until I saw his ass in front of me. He slid back towards it on his knees until I felt the warmth of his ass cushioned around my hard-on.

"Let me wet it first!" Patti said. She bent down and pushed Brian forward just enough to put my cock in her mouth again. It looked strange, seeing Patti's face against the background of Brian Bennett's ass. She slurped once or twice down my cock, then pulled her face away. Then she turned towards Brian, opened the cheeks of his ass with her fingers, and applied, her tongue to his anus. I saw her sink her tongue into the tight band of his ass: it slithered wetly up inside of him, and he shuddered.

I felt a hand against my cock: Brian's hand. He was drawing me closer to his ass. I moved, following almost involuntarily, as though I were in a sexual trance. I wasn't even sure I wanted to follow. All I knew was that I was excited: stimulated beyond any point I can remember ever having been.