1. Carol - Part Eleven


    Date: 8/10/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: mike8253, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    apart, Carol had given me a hand job with the camera focused on my manhood and her hand and fingers grasping my pole. Both times, I had unloaded a significant amount of cum. And, on both occasions, Carol had slowly removed her cream covered hand from my manhood as we recorded just my rigid shaft, standing tall, with white goo oozing out of the little slit and running down the thick stick. Jill only smiled, jiggled her foot nervously, and nodded her head in the affirmative, indicating that what Carol had said was true. “Look, we’re all adults,” Carol said, followed by a few seconds of silence, and then the third bomb. “She wants to see your cock.” This time, Jill looked down at the floor and said nothing. I didn’t know what to say. Carol leaned forward and looked at me, apparently annoyed with my silence. “Hey dummy, I’m trying to get something going here. Help me out a little," was her silent, but clear message. There was another awkward silence as the two again looked at me for a response. “I would,” Jill finally said, tilting her head a little and raising her eyebrows. It was a confession, and a mild plea, rather than a statement of fact. Carol was already out of her chair, around the table, and reaching out to take my arm. Carol had cleverly and expertly set the stage for an evening of threesome sex. The only thing left to do now was to get started. Carol had a plan for that, too. *************** “Let’s go over to the couch,” Carol instructed, taking me by my arm. It was ...
    more than obvious that I already had a huge erection, as my boner pushed against the fabric of the gym pants. “See, he likes the idea,” Carol said, referring Jill to the bulge in my pants. I sat on the couch. Carol knelt on the floor in front of me. Jill, who had followed Carol and me into the living room, took a seat on the couch next to me. Carol ran her fingernails over my stiff rod, still restrained by my pants. “Does that feel good, Michael?” She knew that it did. “Yeah,” was all that I could muster. My trapped cock twitched, and pre-cum trickled out. Jill watched, leaning forward, and eager to see and touch my cock. Carol pulled on the waistband of the gym pants, reached in with one hand, and pulled out my hard, leaking cock. She slowly stroked the newly freed shaft a few times, causing more pre-cum to ooze out and flow down the side of my shaft and over her fingers. “Nice,” was Jill’s only comment, as she fidgeted beside me and stared at my rod. “Do you like it?” Carol asked. “It’s bigger than I thought,”Jill admitted. Do you want to hold it?” Carol inquired, knowing that holding my sex in her hand was exactly what Jill wanted. Jill did not answer, but edged closer to me and eagerly reached out with her hand. As Carol released my manhood, Jill wrapped her fingers around my rigid, leaking pole, holding it for a few seconds, before stroking it slowly. A warm feeling engulfed my whole body as I settled back into the couch. Carol also sat back and she and I watched Jill ...
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