"Dooooon't stooooop!"
she whines, her body trembling as she tries to stay steady on wobbly knees.
Then her body erupts into a convulsing fit of orgasmic shakes and shudders.
she lets out sharp, open mouthed breaths that waft warmly against my face as she heaves in and pushes out large, gasping lung-fulls of air. She grabs fistfuls of my shirt and pulls my button-up down my back until it's nearly choking me as she twitches and convulses in my lap. Her clit throbs against my palm and her pussy contracts around my fingers. I apply significant pressure with my left hand and the tip of my pointer finger slips into the rim of her puckering ass hole until it clenches and kisses my finger.
"Oh gosh, oh
YEEESSS,
she groans, her words transitioning into a panting, gasping, hee-hawing sound as her orgasm peaks and her body quivers and vibrates against mine. When she finally comes down from her high and her orgasm begins to dissipate, Kiernan collapses forward and slinks down on my lap, my fingers pushing deep inside her, the opening of her pussy sliding over the second knuckle of my fingers. I slowly pull my fingers from her pussy and they come away coated with a thick, creamy goo as Kiernan pants and giggles on my lap, seemingly unable to control herself. I reach for Kiernan's dress, to wipe away her juices, but she snatches my hand and holds up my gooey fingers as she turns to Michael.
"Do you want a taste, Babe?"
Michael vaults himself off of the seat and lunges towards us eagerly, taking my fingers in his mouth before I have time to register what is going on.
It's certainly
weird
having another man suck my fingers, but it's all over so quickly that I don't really have time to be bothered by it. besides, that entire experience was too sexy for me to care about a measly finger sucking.
Just as we are getting cleaned up, the limo comes to a stop and the privacy window comes down, revealing the side of our driver's head.
"Miss, Shipka, we have arrived."
As we climb out of the vehicle, I realize that we are not at my building. instead, we are at a fancy condominium in an upper-class L.A. neighborhood. A door man stands at the entrance, holding the door and ushering the three of us inside.
Kiernan's penthouse is a beautiful, spacious, Victorian style home with brass and plum furnishings, marble countertops, and natural hardwood flooring.
As much as I appreciate good real estate, however, I quickly find myself on a vintage sofa straight out of Gatsby, with Kiernan sandwiched against my left hip between Michael and me.
I left my shoes and jacket at the door, and begin to loosen my tie as Kiernan leans away from me, grabbing the back of Michael's head and pressing her lips to his, burying her tongue in his mouth. As she kisses him, she unbuttons his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pushing it off his shoulders. he helps her, leaning forward and giving way for the shirt to come off.
Kiernan runs her nails down Michael's chest, breaking the kiss and turning towards me. She places her right hand on my erect cock and rubs it through my pants, briefly, before pressing her lips to mine and reaching for my shirt.
As Kiernan unbuttons my shirt, Michael grabs the left strap of her dress and pulls it off of her shoulder, exposing her left breast, perky and stiff nippled. Michael grabs it, groping her chest as she pulls my shirt off and then grabs my face with her right hand and Michael's cock with her left.
What she does next is so incredibly sexy that I will never forget it.
Kiernan climbs up on her knees between the two of us. She reaches out with both hands simultaneously, grabbing Michael's belt with her left hand, and my belt with her right hand. With deft, nimble fingers, she unbuckles both belts with one hand and yanks them out of our loops in unison. She throws her arms out wide, tossing the belts across the room in opposite directions.
Kiernan hops off the couch, standing before it as she pulls the strap back up her shoulder and reaches for the hem of her dress.
Michael unbuttons his pants and I follow his lead, unbuttoning and unzipping mine as Kiernan pulls her dress up and over her head. her loose, wavy hair cascades over her shoulders as she throws the dress aside, standing before us fully nude. Her petite frame is smooth and bare, she doesn't have a single hair below her eyebrows.
Michael and I throw our pants to our ankles in unison, kicking them off so that we're both left with nothing but our dress socks, our hard cocks standing tall, throbbing and leaking and begging for Kiernan's touch. My cock is larger than his in terms of overall length, but his is thicker than mine with a slight upward banana curve to it.
Kiernan's eyes flicker from him to me and back again. She licks her lips and then moves forward, spinning and dropping onto the couch between us, her perky B cup breasts bouncing and jiggling as she plops down between us. She pulls her feet up on to the couch, heels on the edge, wriggling her toes over the edge as she reaches out and grabs a cock in each hand.
She giggles and purrs like lioness in heat as she begins to stroke both of our cocks. She looks like she's preparing for a trip to a Northern Cali ski resort as her dainty hands slide up and down our poles. I groan and quiver as my cock spits out a bead of precum that runs down the underside of my shaft and wets her palm. Kiernan is so exceptionally skilled at stroking a cock that feels as if her hands were made out of putty, forming to the shape of my cock for the perfect grip. This is the type of handjob that men could lost in.
Thankfully, it doesn't last long.
Kiernan lets go of both of our cocks and leans over me, her nipples dragging across my left thigh as she grabs a black scrunchy off the side table, pulling her hair back into a messy bun atop her head.
I grab hold of my cock, giving it a few idle strokes to ease the tension building up in the head of my cock. Kiernan slides off the couch and turns to face me, standing between my legs. She bends at the waist, leaning forward as she places both hands on my thighs, shooting me a wink as she licks her lips and leans in for my cock. She doesn't get on her knees; she stays bent at the waist, knees locked, and leaning over at a near ninety degree angle. I'm too consumed in my own pleasure to realize that she is assuming a position, but Michael evidently has been in this situation before.
As Kiernan takes my cock in her mouth, my eyes roll into my skull and my head flops back against the couch, rolling loosely on my shoulders. Michael, meanwhile, positions himself behind Kiernan, taking her hips and guiding his cock between her wet pussy lips. As Michael enters her, Kiernan lets out a moan that vibrates against my shaft. I open my eyes and lift my head up straight. That's when I see Michael, mounted behind Kiernan and beginning to thrust into her as she sucks my cock.
I've never had a threeway before, and the sight of Michael slamming his abdomen against her cheeks, the clapping sound of skin on skin, the combined sloshing sounds of pussy on cock and lips on dick - the sounds all meld together into a three chair symphony and I shudder and groan and buck my hips with anticipation, becoming an active participant in this sexual orchestra.
Kiernan's lips run up and down my shaft, taking nearly two thirds of my length into her mouth with each bob of the head, but the thrusting of Michael's cock - the cheek clapping of Kiernan's ass on his abdomen - prevent her from keeping a good seal on my shaft and she drools a stream of saliva down my cock that drips off my balls and onto the floor as Kiernan blows me. With each thrust, Michael pulls Kiernan's hips backward, pulling my cock down towards my knees and pushing it forward to an upright position with each thrust, her mouth going down my shaft as she's slammed forward, and pulling up to the head of my cock as she is pulled backward. The faster he fucks her, the faster she blows me, and this makes my stamina rather short lived.
After just a few short minutes of this sucking and fucking threeway combo, I feel my balls churn and dump their contents against my wishes; I would
like
to stay here all night - to revel in the sensation of this moment until the end of time - but alas, my body betrays me.
I grab Kiernan's face and hold my cock deep in her mouth as I blow my load into the back of her throat. My body jerks once, twice, three times as I splatter my seed across her tongue. Kiernan slowly lifts her head off my cock, careful not to spill any of my cum as she pushes off of me, standing upright, grinning like a deviant little minx with cum bubbling on her lips.
Michael doesn't miss a beat, still thrusting in and out of her as he wraps his right hand over the front of her body at the hip, gripping her naval. He wraps his left hand under her left arm, gripping her breast as he pulls her against him. Kiernan puts her right foot on the couch next to my thigh, and Michael puts
his
right foot on the couch next to my knee.
Settled into their new position, Kiernan spits out her mouthful of cum, letting it cascade down her chin and dribble in large globs onto her right breast where it seeps down and clings to the nipple. She throws her hands up and wraps them around the back of Michael's head as she lays her head on his chest and bites her lower lip. Her breasts stretch taught, forming into bulbous ovals on her chest.
