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Petra makes some sexy little hums as we play with her. I’m as hard as Weston, and I can feel my own pulse thrumming through my dick.
Starting with the tip of my finger, I invade her hole little by little. I apply more and more lube and smile as I watch Petra squirm. She’s not retreating in any way. She’s pushing her bottom into my touch as if she’s begging for more. Finally, I have one finger all the way in and begin the process of introducing a second one. She gasps a little and then calms down with a purring sound. Once two fingers are in her, and she seems to be tolerating that well, I nod to Weston, and he squirts even more lube out and gently probes her with one of his fingers. She gasps even louder with the entry of this one, and this time it sounds a bit more like a tiny cry of pain. But she instantly tells us, “Keep going. Mmm, I love it!”
“You have no idea how beautiful this is right now,” I tell her. “We both have two fingers deep into you together. I know it’s a lot, but we’re going to stroke them in and out now, so get ready.” She gives a long gasp as Weston and I slide our combined fingers almost all the way out of her and then push them back in. “Does this feel alright?” I ask.
“Yessss. I never realized… Don’t stop. Please.”
“Then let us know when you’re ready for Weston’s dick, sweetheart.”
“Almost,” she whispers.
Weston takes his free hand and slides a finger into her pussy, eliciting another groan from her. That looks like fun to me, so I join him with a free finger of my own. I’m so turned on by this sight, I wonder if I’ll make it inside of her before I explode. “MyGod, she’s sexy, isn’t she, Weston? Look at how she’s taking our fingers inside her body.” I can feel her muscles clamp down on us, and it makes me want her so badly, I can barely think straight and let out a groan of my own.
Weston’s response is to smile seductively and then kiss me deeply. He tastes delicious, like Petra. How did I ever get to be so lucky? We become lost in each other’s kiss as we stroke in and out of Petra. After a little while, she says, “I think I’m ready now.”
We pull away from each other, and I look down. Weston is still leaking profusely he’s so turned on. We pump in and out a couple more times just to enjoy the view and then slide our fingers out of Petra. I can’t resist grabbing Weston’s dick and sucking him once again while he reaches for a condom. I slide off with a pop, and he quickly sheaths himself.
With an eager look on his face, Weston lies down beside Petra and holds the base of his erection.
“I think you’ll be more comfortable if you prop some pillows behind you so Petra can lean back onto your chest,” I suggest.
Petra eyes me and asks, “Have you done this before, Callum? You seem to have all of the answers.”
Chuckling, I answer, “Well…”
“Okay, I don’t want to know,” she says quickly. “Never mind.”
Once Weston looks satisfied with his pillows and has lubed up his dick, I help Petra climb on top of him, facing me. She begins by straddling his body, so I help her balance above him while he positions himself beneath her nicely prepared butt. Then we begin the process of lowering her down onto him incrementally. I wish I could bottle the combined looks of rapture on their faces so I could keep them forever. They are beyond sexy. Weston’s eyes are focused on mine with a laser stare, and he seems to be holding his breath. Petra’s eyes close involuntarily as she sinks down onto his rigid shaft.
The whole time, Petra keeps up the mantra, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…” over and over.
“Are you alright?” I ask her.
“Oh, yeah. Never better,” she finally croaks.
“You are both so perfect,” I tell them. “I want you to understand that this is way beyond just sex for me. This is… well… everything.” I lean forward and kiss Petra’s glorious mouth, and then I slide my lips down her body, lavishing my affection on her breasts one after the other, her navel, and finally, I kiss her thighs and lean closer to tongue her swollen clit. The woman is drenched, she is so aroused. She grabs my hair as I flick her bud over and over with my tongue. She is writhing on top of Weston, who is groaning in pleasure now. Finally, I suck her stiff clit into my mouth over and over and watch as she is overcome—gasping with a colossal orgasm.
Immediately, I grab a condom and sheath myself in record time. I position myself at her entrance and shove my dick into her with a cry of bliss. “Fuck yes!” I couldn’t go slowly if my life depended on it. She is so hot and wet, and her muscles are still rippling around me in aftershocks. I can feel the ridges of Weston’s dick as I slide in and out feverishly. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. This feels like home and heaven and some high level of nirvana all at the same time. None of us can stay silent. We’re all moaning and groaning, writhing, and pumping. This is life! This is… love. I feel it bursting out of me. Pouring out of my very pores. I feel on fire and like I’m floating in the sea all at the same time.
Over and over Weston groans and Petra spasms while I pound in and out—rubbing against his stiffness and relishing her glorious wet heat. At last, Weston gives a loud cry announcing, “Coming! Ahhh!” and I can see his eyes roll back as he shudders in ecstasy.
Petra rasps out the words, “Me too,” as she nearly strangles my dick by clamping down with her inner muscles. I swear, the woman must practice her Kegels all day long! Her chest is heaving, and she’s panting. She is magnificent.
The feeling of omnipotence overcomes me. I am on the top of the world. I feel pleasure overtaking my body like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I explode into Petra’s tight grip on me. There is heat and softness, and oh, so much love. I can’t contain it all. It spills forth from me in streams and jolts of sheer delight. Over and over I ejaculate, and I feel powerful and complete.
“I haven’t,” I croak to them finally.
“Haven’t what?” Petra asks in a drowsy voice. “You certainly came.”
I’m not sure Weston has the ability to form words quite yet.
“I haven’t ever done this before,” I admit with my chest heaving. “I think I was waiting to do it with people I love. This was… perfection.”
“Oh, Callum,” Petra says softly. “I agree.”
“I… ah… uh huh,” Weston breathes. He is still mostly non-verbal, but we get the idea.
I climb off them and kiss Petra, then carefully help her off Weston. He has the most blissed-out expression ever seen on anyone’s face in the history of everything, so I kiss him too and then tell him, “Your ass is next, Loverboy.”
