I hear Erik and Katrina break from the kiss with a smack. Katrina is panting too strongly for them to kiss. She grips Erik's shoulder and grabs my arm that's holding me up beside her. I take this as a good sign. I swirl more forcefully, putting pressure behind my movements. She pants, breathing heavily, and it's a fight not to get distracted by the heaving breasts right near my head.
She's obviously feeling good, but I'm still missing the sweet spot to send her over the edge. I sit up so I don't have to lean on my arm, so I have another hand free. I focus the one hand only on penetration, and I take the flat of my forefinger on the other hand to try to find that sweet spot. I rub very tiny movements directly on her clit—the center, the top, slowly working my way around the sides but still directly on the clit, when I finally hit it.
Katrina jerks underneath me and starts writhing. Erik gently but firmly holds her leg in place to leave me room to work. I quickly lick my finger to get it lubricated again, then rub rapidly and firmly. I don't relent until Katrina curls upward with a cry of pleasure. "Oh-h-h..." she moans, gripping Erik and the sheet. I watch her while she spasms around my hand, struck dumb by how sexy she is, but also trying to time my cooldown. I keep rubbing until her cries dwindle and the spasms grow further apart. Then I release the clit, but still pump slowly with my hand. Finally, she relaxes, breathing deeply on the bed.
I wipe my hand on her stomach, then reach up to cup her face. She's still breathing deeply, but I reach over to cup her cheek and kiss her sweetly.
We break from the kiss, and she looks at me with her deep brown eyes. "Thank you," she gasps. She then lays her head sideways on the bed and closes her eyes.
"She's gonna need a minute," says Erik happily. "That was a pretty good one for your first time," he says, praising me. "But..."
I look at him.
"...I think I'm ready if you need some attention yourself." He's climbed off the bed to get around Katrina, and now he walks around to the foot of the bed where I am. He reaches for my face and pulls me into a single, long, strong kiss. "You've been giving us such—" kiss "—wonderful—attention; I think it's time that you receive all the attention for yourself."
He pulls me back into a long, consuming kiss. It starts sweet but grows hungrier and hungrier, and he feels so powerful standing over me. I am blissfully melting before him. It wouldn't take much for me to do anything he wanted right now.
He reaches down to grope my breasts through the mesh. Anything.
He decides the mesh is getting in the way and tries to scoop out my breasts for easier access, but the baby doll isn't cut for that. Still kissing me firmly, he unhooks the gold front-clasp. Anything.
He smooths it down off my shoulders, straightening up, and pulls me to my knees on the edge of the bed facing him—his naked torso at eye level. He's hard again. "Squeeze your breasts up together," he says, showing me. I hold them, and he walks right to the edge of the bed. He aligns his dick with my chest and pushes between my boobs. I squish myself around him and start bending down over his cock, certain this is what he wants. I might be getting the hang of this sex stuff.
He pushes toward me as much as the angle will allow, and I give my first attempt at a tit job. Anything.
Eventually I feel arms wrapping around me from behind. Katrina must be back in the game. She pulls me up away from Erik and nuzzles her head against mine. She scooches us back till she's leaning on the pillows, and I'm leaning on her. This seems very familiar...
Erik climbs on the bed after us, taking a position between our legs. He pulls my underwear off entirely and spreads my legs apart, and my breath quickens. This time, he goes straight in with the mouth. He licks up my slit, delightfully repetitively, and it feels so. fucking. good. He searchingly swirls his tongue looking for the clit, and it hardens as he does so. He then licks precisely over that spot. So good. So good.
Katrina whispers in my ear, "I think he could use some help himself, darling. Sit up for me." I do, and she scooches out from underneath me. Erik has his legs to the side almost toward us, leaning on his elbow between my legs. Which means his cock is fully visible, and not yet fully hard. Katrina crawls across me, her legs on one side, arms on the other, and sucks his cock into her mouth. She bounces her head up and down, and her breasts are dangling—and bouncing—right over me. I'm sure she won't mind...
I reach up and squeeze her enormous breasts, lifting them and watching the weight shift. They're so heavy and squishable and more fun than ever right now.
She bobs, he licks—oh god, he sucks—and we're in a wonderful, heated tangle on the bed. I've masturbated, certainly, but nothing can really simulate receiving oral. He has some kind of magical powers that pull all the wonderful feelings out from my sex.
Eventually, Katrina is finished, and she pulls back from a hard, glistening cock. She turns toward me with a grin. "Kiss me, Alice," she says. You don't have to ask me tw—She abruptly pounces on me with a kiss. She holds my head in both hands and smushes kisses on me rapid-fire. Then her barrage settles to a long, passionate kiss. She presses her tongue into my mouth, and I rub it with mine. I kiss her back as passionately as I can, given my trapped position on the bed, and I can't help but marvel how different this is than the first few times we kissed.
Erik is still working wonders down below. As his work continues, I find it harder and harder to keep up with Katrina's kisses. She moves my hand to her breast and it's so fucking heavy that I moan. That and what Erik's doing.
Katrina crawls forward and drops her breast over my face. She's actually pinning both my arms now, and all I can do is blissfully suck her nipple into my mouth. Erik licks and sucks and flicks, and I moan around Katrina's breast more and more. I feel the heat building and my muscles tightening, and I can tell it's almost here, almost time, and all of a sudden—Erik pulls up and out. I growl in frustration, still smothered by her breast.
"It's still too soon," he says, and I can picture the smile.
I turn my head to try to get a bit of space from Katrina's boob and whine, "Please!"
I feel a round pressure on my groin as Katrina rolls partway off me. Erik uses his fingers to spread those lips just enough, then braces himself on my knees.
"Look at me," he says, commandingly.
I make eye contact.
"Say it again. Tell me what you want."
"Please," I whisper-gasp. Then, louder, "Please fuck me, please fuck me, Erik."
He presses in steadily, and I can feel myself widening to accommodate. He slips past that ring much more easily this time, then continues deeper and deeper until he hits a wall. He feels so huge filling me up, and I take a moment just to pant and relish the feeling. He slides slowly out, and I inhale deeply. He pushes in, and I moan. He pumps at a crawl, and I spread my legs as wide as they can go for him.
Slowly, he starts to speed up. Each movement in is still more of a press than a pound. It feels so incredible, but I also know how much better it can be.
Then Katrina slinks her leg on top of me, straddling me in a turtle pose. Because my own legs are up and bent, she's scooched forward, and her breasts plop right on my chin. They smush over the bottom part of my face, and I moan. She squishes them near my mouth, and I suck and lick up her cleavage. I grip her ass with both hands and let her feed me her boobs. She places one nipple in my mouth, and I suck and nip and flick the bud. I pull with my teeth and she arches her back, pushing her whole boob over my face.
Erik has started going faster now, and I jerk underneath Katrina from his movements. It's overwhelming. I thrust my head back on the pillow, foregoing the nipple, and Katrina smushes both breasts around my face. I moan and pant as Erik goes harder, jerking me on the bed. Harder. Harder. He presses my legs down to the bed, and "Oh-h-h," I groan. The slight change in position is pushing me near the edge.
Erik begins a rapid-fire frenzy, and Katrina scooches down to kiss me. I hold her tightly on top of me, my hands feeling the curve of her back and waist. I manage to kiss her back, while moaning, while Erik fucks me to pieces.
Then he reaches his hand between my legs and furiously rubs my clit as well. A burning pleasure swells and swells, and I grip Katrina firmly. I wouldn't be kissing, except that she has my head firmly in both hands and forces them on me. I bite her lip and arch my back, then break, gasping for air. Erik shifts his hand ever so slightly, to just the right spot, and I vault over the edge.
I jerk upward toward Katrina, eyes closed, with a breathy, orgasmic cry. Erik holds my legs firmly down and doesn't let up with either his cock or his hand. The pulse continues, ripping through my body. My head is buried in Katrina's neck, and I bite her as the orgasm continues. She winces and grips my head, but she doesn't pull away. I'm pulsing over Erik's cock, and gradually, gradually the wave dies down. He stops with his hand, and I fall back on the bed as he slows his pumps to a stop.
Katrina bends to kiss me firmly once more, before scooching to the side, arm across my torso. Erik falls to my other side and turns my face toward him. He kisses me sweetly.
I'm aware that he still hasn't pulled out from me. He still fills me completely. I squirm. He holds my shoulder down, his body pinning the other side, and kisses me again, more firmly.
"I'm not—" kiss "—done with you yet," he says gruffly. He kisses me hungrily and sloppily and starts tiny pumping motions again. I don't know whether it feels good or too sensitive right now. No, no... definitely good. I moan a happy flutter and respond more fully to his kisses. He wraps me in an embrace while slowly grinding his hips against me. Lovely kisses. He then buries his head in my neck and swirls his cock inside me—that's different. It's not just a one-dimensional pump. I press my torso against him and try to move my hips in conjunction with him.
Holding me firmly, Erik rolls onto his back so I'm lying on top of him. I had already been rocking my hips, so I try continuing that. Swivel, grind, roll. But I'm struggling to get into it and find movements that work.
I look over and Katrina is lying on her side watching us. Oh god, why I am suddenly embarrassed? I feel my face burning, and—oh god, I'm actually going to cry, aren't I. I can't—I—
Erik suddenly pushes me up and rolls us over so I'm no longer riding him. "Alice, what's wrong?" he rushes.
"I—I'm—I'm sorry," I stutter. And then the tears do start to fall.
"Hey...! Alice... hey...!" he soothes, brushing my cheek with his hand. "Don't be sorry. We don't have to do it if you don't want to. We're not gonna be upset. We'll only do what you want to."
Katrina scratches her fingers lightly on my back.
I melt into tears and cover my face with my hands.
Katrina comes around to spoon me from behind, draping her arm over me. "Just tell me if you want me to back off," she says quietly. I can tell she means nothing sexual by her touch, only comfort, so the tears gradually abate.
I peek out from behind my hands, and Erik lifts a strand of hair out of my face. "Please tell us what's wrong," he says, with concern in his eyes. "Did I do something?"
I shake my head no to clear the tears. "No," I say, "I just didn't know what I was doing. And when you have such a sexy wife right over there—watching us!—I didn't know why in the world you'd want to do it with me instead—at all!—and you both are so much more experienced than me, and you know what you're doing, and I don't, but I think I was doing it wrong, and I felt super exposed, and—I'm sorry." It all comes out in a rush. I curl more on my side and hide my face in the pillows.
Katrina pulls me so I'm lying on my back, and she snuggles next to me. So does Erik. "First off," she begins, "Erik and I have sex almost every night. So this is an added pleasure, not something instead. Second, there's lots of reasons we want to do this with you. For one, I know they talk about the sex life getting stale once you've been married for a while—I really don't think OURS has—but we've never had the kind of raw fire and hunger that you get. We're just not those kinds of people. And it's fun to be on the receiving end of that, or even just to watch it happen. That's why I said, 'You don't have to be tame with me.'"
"Also, we like you, Alice," Erik continues. "We care about you. We want this to be a good experience for you, and we know you've never done this before. We don't expect you to be a pro at everything right from the get-go. You've picked up on so many things so quickly, it's fine if it takes a bit longer to learn how to be on top." He pauses. "No offense, Katrina," he says, glancing at her, then back at me, "but tonight you gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. She doesn't even particularly like giving them."
"And I certainly can't deep-throat," she adds.
"If you don't want to do something, that's fine, and we need you to just say so and we'll stop. But you're so much fun that we want to try new things with you. We want to expand your horizons, your repertoire, however you want to say it, but only as much as you're up for. We're never going to try to pressure you into something you don't want to do. Okay?"
I sniff and look at each of them. "And you'll still want to be my friends even if I don't want to do something?"
"Of course, ya goober!" Katrina exclaims, lifting her head to look at me. "Friends with benefits, but always friends first."
"Now that being said," Erik grins, "there are some pretty nice benefits we could..." he trails his hand along my stomach "...get into... if you want..." His hand travelled directly down, down, and waits temptingly above my sex.
I wriggle under his hand, grinning. "Let me help you first," I say. I scooch down the bed, farther, farther, until my head is even with Erik's cock. I roll sideways to take it in my mouth and suck, no hands at work, on the little bit I can reach. After a moment, I drop it and look back up at him. "I think this would work better if you were standing."
He gets up and stands by the side of the bed, and I twist where I'm lying so my head is facing up at the edge of the bed. I then lie on my hands and open my mouth.
Erik cups my face in his hands gently and quietly asks, "Are you sure? You want this?"
"I'm sure," I say. "I want you to fuck my face. And throat."
And that's all the encouragement he needs. I open my mouth, and he presses his cock slowly into my mouth. My head is in his hands, so he angles my head how he wants. I try to keep up—moving the tongue, sucking as he pumps—but this time it really is more him fucking my face, rather than my ministrations to him.
He's hard, definitely hard.
"Can I go deep?" he asks, pulling out.
I make eye contact and nod. "Just remember I can't breathe when you're in."
I lean my head back into his hands and open wide. He positions himself and my head and slowly presses in. From this angle, he can almost go straight down my throat. He fills me so completely, centimeter by centimeter, until he stops, balls on my face. He pumps in my throat, then breaks so I can breathe. Again. And again. I'm getting drool all over the place, when he thrusts in for a long, deep push. I try to swallow around his cock and feel him tremble. Then he pulls out suddenly and I gasp.
"Can I try again?" I ask, sitting up and wiping my mouth.
Katrina replies, "I don't think he's gonna last if you do that again."
"No, I mean, being on top. Now that you're... ready," I say with a grin.
"If you're asking permission to ride my cock, I have no objections," he says, also grinning. Then he adds, "If you're sure you want to."
"Very."
Erik climbs onto the bed and stacks some pillows to lean against. He is very hard, and very large. I know he's gone in several times before, but from this angle it looks more intimidating.
I climb on to follow him and straddle his legs below his cock. I grab his cock with both hands and rub slowly.
"Are you ready?" Erik asks.
"Yes, I mean, I want to try again," I start to say.
"I mean, are you physically ready." He reaches his hand under my crotch and rubs briefly. His fingers explore my vagina, and I realize he means 'am I wet.' "I think we need more moisture. I can help get you ready, or..."
"Or...?"
"You could just lubricate me instead with saliva."
Not wanting to change positions, I look down at his cock in my hands. I work up a wad of spit and drool onto his head. I work it around and down the sides, spitting again a few times as I go. He's wet. I kneel up so there's room underneath me, but now I'm not really sure what to do.
"It's a little like inserting a tampon, dear," says Katrina quietly. "You just have to get the angle right. It's easier if you start from forward and settle back down on your legs, rather than coming from below."
I scooch up so I'm close to his chest, my breasts right in his face, and reach underneath me to position his cock.
"Can I give you a helpful distraction?" asks Erik. "It might get you more wet, but it'll also be a distraction."
I toss my hair back and say, "Go for it."
Erik reaches up to cup my breasts, squeezing them in front of his face. Ohhh that feels good. A very helpful distraction indeed. But I need to just do it.
I place his cock approximately where it should go and spread my lips for the head. When it's lined up securely, I put my hands on Erik's chest and slowly ease down. Fuck, he's so huge. I creep down his shaft, swallowing him bit by bit, and I'm regretting not letting him warm me up. I inch back up just to try to spread the moisture around before pushing down again. A few times of that and he's better lubricated. Finally, I'm sitting flat on his lap. He's filling me completely. He's also still toying with my breasts, now tweaking the nipples.
Katrina sees that I've hesitated. "Do you remember when you pounced on the bed and I called you a wolf?"
"Yes," I sheepishly say. Ironic.
"And do you remember grinding on my leg?"
I nod.
"Try that motion on him."
Erik releases my breasts and places his hands on my ass. I awkwardly lean close to his chest and try to remember that particular scene with Katrina and how it felt. I look over and see her lying propped up on her elbow and her two massive breasts hanging squished on her side. Yeah, I remember that moment.
I grind my body up Erik's torso, coming a bit off his cock, then grind back down. He lifts my ass to help encourage the movement. I repeat the movement slowly. I forgot how good he felt moving inside me. I hump up and down, and he's actually helping to lift me quite a bit, but just when I'm at the highest point I can be with his cock still inside me, he drops me unexpectedly. I slam onto his lap with instantaneous surprise, but oh did that feel good. I push myself up then release to let gravity impale me. Oh god. Again, and again, I thrust myself up and down on his cock, and it feels heavenly.
Unfortunately, I'm not used to making those movements, so I tire quickly. I collapse panting on his chest, then roll off—he plops out—and lie down in between the two of them. "Your turn," I say to Katrina.
She climbs over me to straddle her husband, and I'm flabbergasted by the ease and speed with which she mounts, inserts, and starts riding him. How does she DO that? She's fast, and her boobs can't keep up. Delightful.
I pant, catching my breath as I rest on the bed and she rides him. They are definitely the pros. I mostly just watch for a while. They change positions a few times, until Katrina comes quietly while riding him again. Then she rests on his chest, holding to him, and he strokes her back sweetly. It really is very sweet, when I've already known for years how much they care for each other.
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