“Give him a second,” Carla coached.
I pushed back until he was all the way inside me.
It felt good.
“Go ahead,” I told him.
He gripped my hips a little harder and started thrusting his thick cock in and out of me.
It felt great.
Carla plopped down in front of me, her legs spread, pinching and pulling her clit.
“Where’s Ron’s cock, baby?” she asked, furiously fingering her pussy.
“It’s in my ass,” I replied.
She moaned as I said it.
It was a dirty talk thing Carla and I had when it came to anal sex.
The first time we tried anal, Carla had a vibrator between her legs as we did it. As she got close to climaxing, she started saying; “Your cock is in my ass” she even moaned it as she came. Two days later we were at it again and she was saying it again.
The third time, I beat her to the punch and asked; “Where’s my cock?” she answered; “It’s in my ass!” and started to climax.
It became a regular thing. The question didn’t always make her cum, but more often than not, it triggered an orgasm.
“Where’s Taylor’s cock, baby?”
I turned my head to the right and found Taylor kneeling beside me, the big mushroom head of his cock pointing at me a drop of precum formed at the tip. I moaned around his cock as he slid it into my mouth.
“I can’t see,” Carla spoke in a half moan, half pout tone.
Taylor moved in front of me and started gently fucking my mouth as Ron continued fucking my ass.
“That’s so hot,” she moaned. “It’s making me cum….I’m cumming!”
I could only see out of the corner of my eye, but I watched her fingers feverishly strumming her clit, her boobs shaking and stomach wriggling as she climaxed.
Ron’s hands gripped my hips tighter as his cock plunged in and out of me faster and harder. I felt his body stiffen and cock throb as he shot off deep in my ass. He continued to grind into me for a few minutes as his cock began to soften.
“I’ll be right back,” Ron stated as we uncoupled.
I rolled onto my back and stroked Taylor’s rock hard cock.
“That was incredible,” Carla said after giving me a kiss.
I pulled Taylor’s cock closer to our faces. Together we licked the bulbous head and took turns taking him in our mouths.
“Did you like it enough to do it again?” Carla asked.
“God yes,” I told her.
Carla picked up the bottle of lube from the nightstand and began slathering it on Taylor’s cock.
Silly me, I thought she asking if I’d be willing to get fucked again, sometime in the future.
“Taylor, if you would,” Carla said in a very formal manner.
“Yes Ma’am,” Taylor replied.
Taylor got between my legs and teased my hole with the head of his cock a few times before gently easing himself inside.
After the pounding that Ron gave me, I was a little sore at first, but it passed as Taylor slowly slid his cock in and out of me.
“That feels good,” I told him.
Carla reached down and slowly stroked my impossibly hard cock in time with Taylor’s thrusts.
“That feels good too,” I told her.
“I bet I know what will feel even better,” she whispered as she moved down and took my cock in her mouth.
She was right! Between her wet lips circling my cock and Taylor’s cock pumping in and out of my ass, I was beyond ready to cum.
My legs propped on his shoulders, Taylor reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock.
The feeling of him jacking my cock into my wife’s mouth while his cock teased and prodded my prostate was more than I could take.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” I announced, so Carla had the option of me shooting in her mouth or on her face…it was a fifty/fifty shot…she loved both.
She made her decision know by wrapping her lips tightly around my shaft while teasing the underside of the head with her tongue.
“I’m cumming!”
With Taylor’s help, my cock pumped shot after shot into Carla’s eager mouth.
As soon as I finished cumming, Carla rose, cum oozing out of the corners of her mouth and gave Taylor a big, open mouth kiss.
It proved to be more than Taylor could handle and with three rapid and hard thrusts, I felt his cock swell unleash his seed deep in my ass.
Carla then turned to a freshly showered Ron who’d been watching and kissed him.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Taylor said, extending a hand to help me off the bed.
With clenched cheeks, I followed Taylor into the bathroom.
As I sat on the toilet to…uh…drain. Taylor started the shower and got in.
Once I was done, I watched Taylor as I waited my turn in the shower.
“You going to join me, or what?” he asked.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got in with him and soon our soapy bodies were pressed against each others as we washed both ourselves and each other.
I loved feeling our sudsy cocks rubbing together as we soaped each other.
With a final frot and rinse, we dried off and went back out to see what Ron and Carla were up to.
It was quite a sight. Carla was on her back with her legs on Ron’s shoulders as he…There’s no other term to use…was absolutely plowing her pussy.
When I left the bathroom, my cock had been half hard from playing with Taylor in the shower. A few minutes, standing behind them watching Ron’s hard cock driving in and out of Carla’s pussy…The way his ass flexed on each thrust…Her juices oozing out from around his cock and trickled down to her butthole…The way his balls slapped against her as they fucked….I was hard and stroking.
“You have to do it,” Taylor told me as he stroked his equally hard cock.
His erection bobbed up and down as he walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. Ron slowed his pace as Taylor stopped beside them, his cock close enough to Carla’s face for her to take him in her mouth and start sucking.
“Davis needs to fuck you,” Taylor told Ron before kissing him.
“Uhhh,” Carla uttered in a pouty tone when Taylor pulled his cock away from her mouth.
“Don’t worry, I’ll bring it right back,” Taylor said in a soothing tone as he waved his dick at her. “Now give it a kiss.”
“You better,” Carla said before planting a kiss on the tip.
Ron stopped thrusting in and out of Carla as Taylor reached between his cheeks and spread the lube around his ass. Turning towards me he coated my cock with lube and positioned me behind Ron, pressing against his hole.
“Let him do the work,” Taylor instructed.
Ron moaned as he backed himself towards me, the head and first couple of inches of my cock sliding into him. He stopped for a few seconds before thrusting forward into Carla. He backed up again and half of my cock was now inside him.
“Looks like you two are doing great,” Taylor joked. “I need to get back to Carla…she’s so impatient.”
Looking down I saw Carla’s hand gripping his cock, stroking and pulling him towards her.
It took a few minutes to find our rhythm, finally settling on me pushing Ron into Carla, while they took turns trading Taylor’s hard cock back and forth.
The way Carla was rocking her hips, I knew she was grinding her clit against Ron’s body. From the moans she was making around Taylor’s shaft, I also knew she was very close to cumming.
“Harder,” Ron groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
I picked up the pace, pounding my cock into him, hard and fast, the same way he’d done to me.