The Vegas Journey Finally Wraps
As we bulldozed the door down, the three of us, mostly already naked, shockingly didn't b-line straight to the bed. Like a normal couple getting home from date night, we all went into the bathroom to pee and brush teeth. As we are all three brushing our teeth naked in front of the mirror, I am smiling and shaking my head in amazement how tame we were being. With my mouthful of toothpaste I ask, "Who the fuck are we?"
Camella mumbly responds with her toothbrush wedged inside her mouth, "Oh honey, settle down, that wonderful cock of yours will soon be deep inside this little pussy of yours", pointing her finger to both my cock and her pussy, toothpaste falling out of her mouth, with a tone as if we were an old couple.
Morgan just continues to casually laugh, smile and shake his head as we bantered back and forth.
As Camella finished brushing, she turned on some wonderful, Spanish music and starts seductively dancing between Morgan and I. The lights were dimmed to perfection, they both smelled delicious with a hint of booze and hands were soon all intertwined feeling our electric love for each other.
As we collapsed on the bed together, Camella pulled away slightly to situate Morgan and I together. Without needing instruction, Morgan and I quickly knew what she wanted and reignited our elevator kiss, with our lips and tongues finding their familiar grooves. Somehow as Morgan and I began to intensely make out, Camella pulled away a bit further to let Morgan and I discover each other. Our hands and moans did their best job of acting as if this was their first time touching, but with our matured ease, it was impossible to not immediately grab onto the areas we desired. As Morgan and I passionately kissed, stroked and caressed, Camella sat on the edge of the bed with one hand caressing her large breasts while the other enjoyed her clit.
Even now after a number of times fondling Morgan's cock, the size, warmth, firmness yet sponge-like squishiness and smoothness continued to provide such a pleasant shock to me. I couldn't help myself with, "My god Morgan, your cock is no joke."
Camella broke her self-serving dance, laid down on her side, partly curled up and dove in with my hand and added, "No fucking joke is right", as she extended herself to begin sucking the head of his cock.
In her curled position, Morgan took cue, opened her legs and began his face's journey to find her now very wet pussy. Knowing Morgan's impressive skills, Camella was quickly grunting in pleasure with her eyes shut. As these two were in this new sixty-nine position, I let go of the base of Morgan's cock and decided I wanted to fuck Camella while Morgan also pleased her below. They adjusted their positions to allow me to partake in the action, which now had Morgan lying flat on his back with Camella straddling over his face.
As I knee-walked over to get perfectly behind Camella, this also had my cock and balls lined up right above Morgan's eyes, nose and mouth. Between her excitement and Morgan's orally-skillful assistance, Camella was already deliciously wet for me to slide right in. As she bobbed up and down on Morgan, you could hear her mouthful of moans as I pushed deep inside to her full limit. I immediately felt Morgan's nose tickle my balls with as his tongue sliding with my cock in and out of Camella's tight wet grip. Never having experienced a tongue licking my cock while having sex, I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of two separate wet body parts providing love and attention to my now very spoiled cock. As the three of us kept focus on our individual tasks, I felt the need to orchestrate the next chapter in our adventure.
I pulled out of Camella and asked her to flip around and lay backside-down, flat on top of Morgan. Picking up where this was going, Morgan lets out a, "Oh boy, here we go."
As Camella situated on top of Morgan with both legs spread, knees bent for leverage on each side, I grabbed Morgan's cock and inserted into Camella's already wet pussy. As they both began to fuck each other lying flat, this gave me an amazing view of Camella's huge, wonderful breasts bouncing up, down and off to the side of her chest. Camella's breasts truly were somewhat of a freak-show for someone of her small size, overall being completely disproportionate to her other assets, but in my opinion truly one-of-a-kind gorgeous. I sat there stroking myself watching Morgan's large, thick cock slide in and out of Camella as her breasts danced to their sexual rhythm.
As this continued for minutes, I finally caught eyes with Camella and quietly asked, "Are you ready for us both again?"
She hypnotically nodded in agreement, re-positioned herself to adjust her backward hands on each side of Morgan on the bed, while Morgan remained stuffed inside her, she looks down and asks me, "Do you think you both can fit inside my pussy?"
"You tell me", I quickly volleyed back with my eyebrows spiked high above my eyes.
Camella contemplated for maybe five seconds while looking back and forth at Morgan and I's cocks and says, "Let's give it a try - use a ton of spit to lube up the sides."
As if we were in chemistry class together mixing explosive chemicals, I waddled over gently, unleashed a large wave of spit into my fingers and delicately slathered all over the walls surrounding Morgan's cock, who hadn't moved an inch in fear of lighting out experiment on fire.
As they both laid frozen, I began to navigate my cock directly into the tiniest of cracks of space on the right side of Morgan's cock. With all of us watching intently, my cock took to the lubricant and began to slowly wedge its way between Morgan's sturdy pole and Camella's wet hole. The human body is quite amazing, and more so, the female body is truly the most genius invention on this planet, as Camella's pussy was seemingly in on the her ambitious adventure, opened up further to let me into the party. The elasticity allowed for my cock to continue to slide next to Morgan's whale of a cock where soon we were both filling Camella. In addition, this position really forced both Morgan and I's packages to intimately reacquaint themselves as our cock and balls were smothered and sliding all over each other.
Similar to last night as she took us inside both holes, Camella laid there in silence, but breathing intensely. I again asked, "Are you okay? Too much?"
All she could sexily mumble out, in a lower than normal tone, "I'm going to cum really soon - my god this is so fucking intense."
