My Sex Tour Blog

Both now gloriously naked, she stood and they once again
embraced. That first feeling of hot flesh upon flesh was one he
would never forget, nor would he ever tire of. They ground
against each other, each with a need that they could not deny.
She lay back on the bed and slowly parted her legs watching
him intently. This was still all too new to him and he climbed
onto the bed next to her missing her obvious invitation. She
turned to face him, their lips gently touching. He lowered his
head, kissing gently as he went until he reached her breasts. He
parted his lips and took her firm nipple between them. Caressing
it with his tongue her nipple got even larger. He used his hand
to fondle her other tit. He felt as well as heard a deep moan
emanate from her throat as he felt her hands on his head, urging
him to sample her other breast with his mouth.

Steve stared intently at the dials on the monitoring board.
Although he knew every inch of the control panel, having been the
projects primary designer, The readouts made no sense. “Terry,
come here once, will you?” he asked.
Terry walked over to the control board. His wife of 15
years, she was also the co-developer on the project. They had
both worked on the design for the reactor since before they were
married. They knew the machine as well as they knew each other.
Or so they thought. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Look at these readouts,” he said. “Have you ever seen
anything like it before?”
“No,” she murmured, recognizing the sound of concern in his
voice. “What do you make of it?”
Steve continued to stare at the board. Although he was
concerned, he was also just a little bit scared. He wasn’t used
to his creation doing the unexpected. “The radiation levels
worry me a bit. Their not all that high, just not what I’d like
to see. It’s almost like there is some unknown element causing
nternal changes to the core. Better tell the night shift to
keep an eye on it,” he said.

I did and Jim started lubing up my ass. Then he rammed his big cock up it. It hurt, but felt great. Jim started pumping and I heard Bill moaning. I looked around and his cock was rammed up Jim's ass. There we were, the three of us ass fucking each other. Well I came two more times before Jim came in my ass. I was exhausted. I crawled out from under Jim and watched as Bill rode his buddy. Finally he pulled out, turned Jim around and shot his cream all over his face.

When he rolled off from atop her, they both gasped at the sensation
their sensitized glands made as he withdrew his semi-erect penis from her.
Neither one of them even looked at me. She laid still on the bed with her
eyes closed, breathing fast and hard as if she had just finished a foot
race. Jane’s legs, still open in a wide vee, started to relax and her
knees fell to lay flat on the bed. The combined juices of their lovemaking
were slathered over the inside of her legs and made an ever increasing wet
spot on the bedlinens. She basked in the afterglow of their intense
lovemaking while Joe lit a cigarette.
Embarassed and hurt, I left the room. Now that they were finished,
I hoped she would come out of MY bedroom to tell me it was over between us.
I went to the bathroom to splash water in my face, hoping it would calm me
enough to make some new plans in my life.
SLAM! The bedroom door had been violently shut sending me a
message that I was no longer welcome here. The click of the lock completed
the finality of the statement. As I stood in the bathroom staring into the
mirror, I heard the headboard start to rhythmically bump the wall adjacent
to the bathroom.

“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like
this.”

The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard
singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly
behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare.

“Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.

Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I
propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.
She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had
to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she
turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t
dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but
perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We
are her breasts.” I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze
of her assets, she spoke to me again.

He gently squeezed his palm, grasping a fistfull of Julie and kneading it.
Her hips unconsciously shifted as her breath deepened. Her hand closed about
his wrist and pried him from her for a moment. He thought he had overstepped
his bounds and was about to withdraw. His arm was being replaced, though this
time his hand slipped under the soft cotton and he felt her hot skin touch his.
Her breast fairly burned as he stroked it, running his thumb over her swollen
nipple.
Julie rolled back against him and then slid slightly away, lieing on her
back. The move slid her chest beneath him and he met the other coral hill as
the shirt fell away. Still he could see nothing, but in his mind he saw them
laying there, Sara deep in sleep, he embracing both women, and Julie with her
bosom open to the room, growing warm beneath the blankets. After what seemed
several hours, she raised her head and pulled his arm from beneath it, laying
it across her body. Julie shifted the blankets, pulling their top beneath his
arm until it dropped beneath them.

It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had her
own apartment. The house was chilly, and they had talked late into the night.
As Julie went into the bathroom to change for bed, he and Sara quickly held
each other and kissed. They scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another
before slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how poorly they
restrained him, and pushed him gently under the covers. She pulled on a long
nightshirt that fell to her knees, suspended in a long cascade from the
tips of her breasts. She was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in
a button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie’s eyes made a brief contact
of Sara’s behind as the latter slipped into the middle of the large bed.
Julie smiled at her guests. “It’ll be nice to have company tonight. I’ve
been so cold lately!” As she stretched to reach the lamp, he glimpsed a
flash of midriff glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness.