Let's get ice cream, the next day
All players are over 18
We'll be exploring several variations of inter-personal relations involving two couples, including a bit of man/man. "But I'm not gay."
As Crash said about Nuke; " ... Swear to God, I don't know where it's going."
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The shop was quiet as the clock neared three. The last customers had been ten minutes ago, and Melissa had been nervously wiping the glass cases while waiting for her replacement.
"Hey M. How's it going?"
"Great, but I just have a couple minutes to brief you and then I have to get going.'
She filled him in about the business of her shift, which tubs needed replacement, and what else needed doing. As she picked up her purse and turned toward the door Chad said: "Hey what's the hurry? Got a hot date?"
"What do you mean?"
"My sister looks like you after she spent a few hours with her boyfriend. You know, satisfied but antsy, like she wanted more."
She stopped and looked Chad over. At nineteen and an even six feet, tousle - haired and grey eyed, he presented himself well. A 2nd baseman in high school, he was in his second year on the community college ball team, and a serious student in business classes.
"Chad, if you had a chance at a wild adventure, something out of your wildest dreams, would you take it?"
"Maybe, like what?"
"I ... I can't really tell you, but if you feel like something really different, something that will blow your mind, come to this address after your shift tonight. I'll be there."
She scribbled quickly, gave him a kiss on the lips - holding it for just a long heart beat, and then skipped out the door.
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Mark and Katy had spent early Sunday relaxing knowing Melissa planned on getting her brains fucked out again.
Chad was right; all she could think about all day had been everything she had experienced the night before, how new, exciting, liberating it had been. Now, driving over, she just barely kept within the speed limit (well, plus five, of course). Her hands were sweaty on the wheel, and her legs wanted to jump with excited energy.
She parked at the house and practically ran through the door.
"Hey Melissa, how are you doing?" Asked Katy.
Shedding clothes left and right, she replied; "My skin is crawling, I need to be fucked bad. Please?"
Mark stood and dropped the only item he wore, his shorts. "Melissa, come get me ready."
The words barely out and she was on her knees, kissing his half-hard cock. "That's it baby, show Katy and me what you want, and then I'm gonna bend you over that couch and fuck your brains out. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Melissa only nodded, not wanting to quit sucking.
"Then Katy is going to clean that sweet pussy of yours ..."
Melissa groaned.
"And you are gonna come all over her face."
A longer, hungrier groan from Melissa as she tried to stuff Mark's now hard sausage down her throat.
"Get over to the couch arm. Drape yourself. Now reach back, open that fine ass up, show me your cunt."
Melissa crawled quickly to the couch, and draped herself as ordered.She reached back, pulling her ass cheeks as far as they would go. She was breathing heavily, a panting bitch in heat, waiting to be mounted, juices running down her thighs.
Stepping behind her, Mark placed his cock to her waiting entrance. His hands on her hips, he looked up at Katy and smiled as he pushed in one slow steady motion.
Melissa's head jerked up; "Oooohhh FUCK!. that's what I wanted. Yes, yes, yes."
Her head fell to the cushions and she focused on the steady rhythm of Mark's penetration. This is what she had been wanting all day.
Giving no quarter, Mark pounded into her flowing quim. Her juices squirting and dribbling down her thighs, his cock gleaming in the light, the squelching noises with every movement.
Katy stood just beside Mark, frenetical rubbing her cunt, trying to time her orgasm with Melissa.
Faster and faster Mark pounded, sweat dripping from his brow, his hands gripping his target's hips, the slap of his hips against her ass cheeks ringing through the room.
Then he reared back and slapped Melissa's ass. Her head jerked up; "Wha ...Gawd ... Ahh!" And then fell back to the cushions.
Mark continued; slapping one cheek, then the other, then pounding into her again. Time and again he slapped and fucked, slapped and fucked. Until Melissa rose up, arching, clenching, groaning a long "Fuuuucccckkkk!" and collapsing back to the couch.
Mark was not to be denied. Right on the edge of cumming himself, he drove into her inert form until the hot cream boiled up from his toes and into Melissa's waiting cunt.
He held himself deep in her as one stream after another jetted from his balls, until nothing remained. Slowly he felt his muscles relax and his cock slipped from Melissa's sloppy hole.
He turned toward Katy, who dropped to her knees and lovingly inhaled his deflating meat. Gently, she cleaned it, making sure she caught every drop of the mingled juices.
Mark patted her head, then walked to the bathroom.
Katy moved between Melissa's legs and stared for a moment at her still swollen and reddened pussy lips before carefully tongue cleaning all the cum dripping out.
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Mark stood in the bathroom, pissing, his legs quivering. Afterwards he stared at himself in the mirror. "Where the hell did that come from?" He asked his reflection.
"I don't know, but she sure loved it." the mirror answered back.
"So did I, but at the same time, that scares me. I didn't know I had that in me."
"Well ... just don't bring it out too much, that might be addicting."
"Yeah, and counter - productive with Katy."
"And Melissa on most days."
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