Josh and I live in the same apartment building, and we've been fucking for a couple months. At first it was nothing more than lust, but since we got together, I've been trying not to let him know that I'm crazy about him. He thinks I'm sexy too, so I act like that's all there is to it.
Two weeks ago I was out shopping and I saw this thin yellow sundress. It gave me an idea, but I didn't have a real chance to carry it out until a few nights later. I had just dropped a car payment off at the credit union, and there weren't many good parking spots when I got back. I had to take one on the furthest aisle from the front door. I could see Josh walking through the front door with a couple bags of groceries.
Twenty minutes later, I was knocking on his door. He opened it to see me wearing the sundress and let me in. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest, which was just what I wanted. "Hey, Cindy! I wasn't expecting you. What brings you here tonight?"
"Have you had anything to eat?" I asked.
"No, I just got home, haven't had a chance to cook. What'd you have in mind?"
I resisted the urge to pull the hem up and say, "Me." Instead I pulled the right strap off to the side and said, "Dessert."
Josh pulled the left strap off the other shoulder and said, "I could go for that."
I put his hand on my left tit and said, "I figured you could."
He rubbed it and pulled me to him. He put his other hand on my butt. "That's a really thin dress," he observed, and he kissed me.
"You like it?" I asked.
"I love it," he answered. I hiked the hem up. When he put his hand back, I felt his hand on my butt. He knew I didn't have anything on under the dress. I guess it startled him, because he pulled his hand off.
I moved back and raised the hem in front. Now I asked, "See anything you'd like to eat?"
"You know I do," he said, and he led me to his couch. I sat down and lifted the dress until it was under my boobs. He acted like his fingers were a knife and fork and "carved" my pussy before he started licking me. At first he put his hands on my hips to keep me still while he licked up and down my slit. Once he was in, he ran his index fingers up my sides and made a point of inhaling the smell of my arousal. I lifted my dress a little further up so he could play with my tits. He tickled the undersides and probed my cunt a little deeper. He loves eating pussy, and it showed in his face.
I was enjoying this, but I wanted more. I put my hands under his shoulders. He resisted, but I lifted his face away from my crotch. "I want your cock," I told him. He got up and started to climb on top of me. "Not that way," I said.
Josh asked "Did you want to be on top?" while he took his pants off.
"I don't want anyone to be on top," I answered. I got up, and my dress fell back into place. I walked over to the wall. I put one hand against the wall and lifted the hem of my dress with the other.
Josh read my mind and then some. Not only did I still have my dress on when I felt his cock between my legs, but I could tell he'd left his underwear on. I looked down, and he hadn't even taken his shoes off! I raised my legs a little and separated them. Josh adjusted his angle, and it took only a little effort to slide his hard cock into my cunt. Once he was in, he put his hands under the dress. At the same time that he fucked me, he played with my clit. Just when I thought he was going to make me come, he moved his hand up and started pinching my nipples. "You like that, don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "You like letting me take control, don't you?"
"Not all the time, but I like it right now," I told him.
"That pussy's mine, isn't it?" he said as he pounded into it. He didn't give me time to answer before he added, "Whenever I want it."
I managed to say, "That much is true," and I ground my hips back into his. He kissed both sides of my nick and nibbled my ear. I'd had bigger dicks inside me, but I'd never felt one that was that wide coming in at that angle before. "Oh my God," I told him.
"You're gonna come, aren't you?"
I managed to get something out that sounded like "Mm-hmm," just before my cunt walls contracted around his dick.
"Me too," he told me.
"Give it to me," I pleaded. It felt like his cum was shooting straight up into my womb. "Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Any time you want it," I sighed.
We both relaxed, and I felt his dick slide out of me. Josh moved us to the couch, and I lay on his lap. "You love my cock, don't you?" he asked.
Part of me wanted to say, "I love YOU," but I didn't want to give him any more power than he already had. I managed to limit my answer to "Yes." He started diddling my clit, and then he slipped two fingers inside me. "And I like your fingers too," I added.
"I can tell," he said. Out of the blue, he asked, "Was that the only time you had more than one dick at once?"
"Was what the only time?"
"The letter they published."
Right. We started fucking after he saw me wearing a T-shirt proclaiming that a national publication had printed my sexy letter, only I'd never actually sent one. When he asked me about it, I remembered a letter I'd read once and pretended it was mine. "I haven't been with more than one guy at a time since then," I said. Technically it was true, since I hadn't done it ever.
"Would you like to?"
Well, the letter had stayed with me for a reason. "What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"One of my buddies checked you out once and he thinks you've got a great body."
"Why be modest? He's right," I laughed. "What do you say?"
"I think you've got an amazing body. A sexy smile and hips that would be perfect forβ"
"For what?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew.
He tried to hide his intent. "For one guy to hold onto while he watches you suck another guy."
I looked down at myself. "Yeah, I guess they'd be good for that too. What's his name?"
"Matt."
By now Josh had three fingers inside me. "As long as it's the three of us," I said.
"You don't want just Matt?"
"No. I really just want you, but this sounds like fun." I knew I wanted to say more, but I couldn't figure out what.
Josh added his pinky and rubbed my clit with his thumb. "I'll see him Saturday if not sooner. Is Wednesday night good for you?"
"Fuck, yes!" I moaned. I wasn't really answering him; I was coming all over his hand, but I wasn't going to backpedal. I briefly tried to remember where I was on the current ring of birth control pills.
Friday night, Josh texted me. "Wednesday it is. 7:00?"
I texted back, "You bet."