Summer in the City (5 page)

Our hands were everywhere. In the orgiastic melee, I frequently became unaware of whose hands were whose. Hands circling and coaxing the cock in my mouth. Hands caressing the penis in my pussy. Hands on my on pussy lips and fingers on my needy clit. Hands on my breasts, my belly, on my head, around my mouth. So many hands, so many sensations, so many rhythms as engorged man-flesh swung in and out of me—under my pelvis and into my womb; over my tongue and into my throat. I felt the delirious tide start to overtake me. My belly clenched and all my muscles seemed to bundle into one as I came and came in wave after wave. My dear friends would not let up their generosity and for a moment I thought I might hang forever in the gilded cage of orgasm.

No sooner had my waves of climax begun to subside when I felt the boys start to tremble. My pussy gets very tight when I cum and my hands and lips must have gone into a frantic frenzy. The truth is, it's like I become possessed during an orgasm, and my excitement must have overtaken the boys. With a groan of satisfaction, my lover pulled his cock out of my pulsating pussy. His member was swollen purple and rock-hard in his hand and he could control it no longer as his thick cock-fluid splattered onto my belly and breasts and flooded onto my cunt. At the same time, Julian withdrew from my mouth, releasing the seed of his quivering cock onto my cheeks and lips, spewing and coursing down over my breasts and chest.

The boys' knees almost buckled and their shoulders sagged in near exhaustion. Angie gave a throaty, contented little giggle and began to massage the boys' cream all over my body and into my flesh.

“It's good for the skin,” she informed me knowingly.

Her hands on my body were warm and decisive. Watching her hands as they moved, I began to think about the naughtiness of what she was doing—of what we had all just done. Far from feeling any guilt, the memory alone began to make me quiver again. In no time, my cheeks and my throat, my breasts and my belly were glistening. Angie's busy little hands were back at my pussy again where her quick, nimble fingers stroked me into another sudden and powerful orgasm.

Naughty little thing. She knew better than I did how much I needed another one.

The boys collapsed, naked and spent beside me. We all wore huge smiles on our faces as we recovered our strength. As Angie's round, pretty bottom skipped off to the kitchen to get cool drinks for us all, I found myself thinking, “Next time we must be sure to invite Talia.” And my grin grew just a bit wider at the thought.

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