"No time like the present," you say. April smiles and stubs out the joint in the ashtray in front of her. She uncurls her legs and parts them, then slides forward on the sofa a little. She pulls her skirt up until it it half-way up her thighs, slips her hands up the inside of her legs and looks at both of you expectantly.
"Come and get it, boys!" she says as one of her hands reaches her panties. She rubs her pussy through the thin white cotton. Dean looks a little nervous, so you are the first to react. You grab her massive tit and squeeze it through her top, noting that she is not wearing a bra underneath. She leans her head to one side and pulls Dean in for a kiss, their tongues darting in and out of each others' mouths. Your cock is now throbbing at full erection inside your trousers as you coax her nipple to a hard point. You run your hand up the inside of her top, brushing lightly against the soft skin of her chubby belly. Her right nipple is stiff after your attention, and so you move your hand to her left, squeezing and kneading it.
April breaks from kissing Dean for a second and pushes his head downwards. Dean needs little encouragement and slides off the sofa and onto his knees in front of her. April slides forward even further on the sofa, until her ass is on the edge of the cushion. She leans forward slightly and pulls her top over her head in a graceful movement, unveiling her ample breasts and your hand, which is clamped around her hard, pink nipple. Meanwhile, Dean reaches up into April's skirt and retrieves her white cotton thong. His head slowly works up her leg, kissing and licking until, with a sigh from April, he reaches her pussy. He parts her labia as he probes her with his tongue.
April reaches over to you and rubs your hard dick through your trousers. You sigh a little, and April pulls at the buttons of your flies. As she reaches in and pulls out your aching member, you get an enormous urge to sink your teeth into this curvy fuck toy. It takes all your concentration to fight it.
April starts wanking your cock off. Her other hand is placed on Dean's head, coaxing him to increase his cunnilingus. She has her eyes half open and a smile on her face. Knowing that she is stoned, you realise that her sensations are heightened, like the feeling of Dean's tongue in her cunt is the only thing in the world.
You sit up and pull your hand from her tit. You climb onto your knees on the sofa, at the same time pulling of your red tracksuit top and casting it aside. Grabbing the back of her head, you turn her head sideways and push her round face down onto your cock and she greedily gobbles it up, still slouched back on the sofa. Her head starts to bob up and down as you fuck her mouth. April reaches at your jeans, unbuttoning them completely and pulling them down to your knees. She grabs your ass cheek with her hand and you moan as April sinks her head down the entire length of your hard tool without gagging. You reach down and massage her tits with one hand, squeezing and pulling on her fleshy orbs. As you do so, you feel April's hand squeezing and rubbing your ass, and with an odd tingle of pleasure, one of her fingers slips in between your cheeks and begins to gently brusha against your tight hole.
Dean starts to push two of his fingers into April's slick fuck tunnel, his mouth clamped over her clit. April groans at each thrust of his hand and sucks more frantically on your dick. Her moans become higher and higher pitched, her breathing comes in shrot gasps, and suddely she pulls her head away from you and throws it back as she hits her climax. Dean's face is coated in her pussy juices as he brings his head back up from her fuck hole. April grabs your spit-soaked dick and starts to pump it slowly, watching Dean. He stands up and pulls open his flies. As he drops his trousers and boxers, kicking them to one side, his hard cock bounces upwards. April smiles and grabs his cock in her other hand. The three of you are nowhere NEAR finished yet... |