"We're doing what?" I asked, incredulous as I rolled off the bed and followed Jo's incredible ass back into the hallway. She swayed her hips as she walked, looking back over her shoulder to make sure I was enjoying the show. My still-bobbing cock told her what she wanted to know, and she smiled.
"We're going porn shopping," she said. "Right now." She bent at the waist to pick up her dress from where I had left it in front of the door and I stepped up behind her, sliding my cock back into her tight, soaked pussy.
"What for? We seem to have plenty of fun lined up here," I said. I gripped her hips and backed out almost all the way until just the tip of my cock was inside her, then slowly pushed it back in, all the way to my balls. She groaned and raised back up, her back arched, wrapping her arms around my neck, the soft knit of her dress brushing lightly across my back and shoulders.
"So you can cum in my pussy," she said, turning her face to mine and flicking her tongue across my lips, "while the porno shop girl sits on my face." Jo released my neck and stepped forward, my drenched cock pulling free and waving wetly in the air for the second time in two minutes.
"Wow," I said. I really couldn't think of anything else to say for a few minutes. Jo slipped her dress around her shoulders and zipped it up slowly, leaving a generous amount of cleavage exposed and cocking her head to the side.
"Are you gonna put on pants, or are you going like that?" she asked, grinning at me again.
"Right!" I said, and turned back to the bedroom, snatching up a dark pair of cargo shorts and a plain white tee, tugging the shorts up and stepping into a pair of flip-flops before heading back to Jo. I tugged the shirt over my head and opened the door for her, giving her ass a gentle slap as she passed me.
"Oh, I hope she likes anal!" Jo said as we started down the stairs. "I want to lick her pussy while you fuck her ass."
I stopped for a second and watched her walk, shaking my head in wonder. My life had become very interesting very quickly.
The drive to the porno shop took about five minutes, and when we pulled up into the parking lot, Jo turned to look at me.
"Ok, two things: first, we're not doing this every night. I'm cool enough to want to have a threesome every now and then, but jealous enough that I'll be pissed if I don't get your cock to myself most of the time. Second, I'm gonna go in first, see if she's into girls." She leaned in and kissed me quickly, then sat back and looked me in the eye. "Work for you?"
"Absolutely," I said, nodding sincerely.
"Good," she said. Jo leaned back from me and dropped her zipper a bit farther, level with the bottoms of her breasts. She looked at me sideways, grinned and span around on her ass, pulling her legs back and apart, exposing her smooth little pussy to me. "Kiss for luck?"
I laughed and leaned forward, taking in her scent and running my tongue once between her lips, scooping her juice into my mouth and flicking my tongue across her clit. I pushed her thighs up and swirled around her hot, puckered ass, smiling as she giggled.
"Thanks," she said as I raised back up. Jo popped her door open, winked at me and stepped out of the car, wiggling her ass as she went. I watched her go, grinning and adjusting my throbbing cock in my shorts, then settled in to wait.
-This section was told to me later, by Jo-
I walked away from the car, crossing my legs with each step to give you a good show and headed for the door, my pussy tingling as I thought about what I hoped was to come and I felt the cool air blow across your spit on my asshole. I looked around the parking lot quickly, realizing that no one else was parked here, and lowered the zipper on my dress a little farther, about halfway to my navel.
My nipples were already straining against the knit as I pushed the door open and cool air splashed across me, hardening them even more. The girl behind the counter turned to greet me and my clit throbbed.
She was hot. Long, straight blonde hair, light, natural-looking tan, soft green eyes and full, pouty lips that I desperately hoped would soon be wrapped around my clit. She smiled as I walked up to the counter and handed her my ID. She looked at the picture, then up at my face. Her eyes dropped to my tits and she grinned, waving me through.
I smiled back, and made sure she saw me glance down at her tightly covered chest, straining against her work shirt, check out her ass encased in black jeans and scan her legs running down to her off-white, retro pumps and quickly lick my lips before stepping through the little gate and into the store. Her eyes followed me as I walked slowly to the toy section, swaying my hips a little for her benefit.
"Let me know if you need help with anything," she called.
"Thanks, I will," I said, looking over my shoulder and smiling at her, throwing in a wink for good measure. She grinned broadly, and I noticed her nipples now standing out against her tight polo. I walked into the toy section and looked around for a minute or two, wondering how to get her over there when I noticed a long chain with a small clip at either end and suddenly knew exactly what to do.
"Excuse me," I called, peeking my head around the corner. "Can you explain something to me?"
She looked up from the book she was reading, set it down and came around the counter.
"Sure," she said, walking closer. I watched her come, staring at her tits and checking out her hips as she got closer. When I looked up to her eyes, she was watching my face and grinning broadly, with just a slight blush. "What's your question?"
"What are these?" I asked, holding up the chain. I knew perfectly well they were nipple clips, but in my defense, I'd never seen this particular type before. The clips were circular loops of soft wire with two small handles on the bottom.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, taking the chain from me. "They're nipple clips! You just put the loops on your nipples, and they pinch them lightly for you. Plus when you move around the chain makes them tug."
"How do they stay on though? They just look like hoops to me," I said.
"Oh, when you squeeze here, they open a little, see?" She demonstrated the squeezing motion, opening the hoops a little. I put on my best doubtful face.
"I'm still not totally getting this," I said. I summoned up my courage. "Could you, maybe, um, show me?" I reached up and grabbed the tab of my zipper, looking at her questioningly.
She looked at my hand, then up to my face and nodded eagerly. I smiled at her, and pulled the zipper down to my navel, opening my dress and exposing my tits to her. She stared for a second, then moved forward and reached out, squeezing the little handles and fitting the hoop around my nipple. I gasped as her fingers brushed my breast and smiled when she looked up, nodding encouragement. She smiled back and let go of the handles, gentle pressure pinching my nipple as she moved to the other one and repeated the process, this time growing bolder as her fingers brushed my soft round breast. I moaned as she let go, feeling wonderful pressure in both nipples.
"Ooh, that's nice," I groaned. I pushed my tits out toward her and arched my back a little.
"Try shaking them around a little. Get that chain moving! It'll feel great," she said, eagerly watching every move of my tits. I obliged, jiggling my tits slowly, enjoying the tug from the chain as I moved. "It makes them a lot more sensitive, too," she said. Before I totally realized what she was doing, she reached out and ran a fingertip around my pinched nipple, making me moan as little sparks of pleasure ran through me and straight into my pussy.
"That's amazing," I said. "How do I get them off?"
She smiled and moved her fingers down, squeezing the handles again and pulling the hoop off painlessly.
"Just like that," she said, smiling brightly. Her own nipples strained against her shirt.
"Can I try?" I asked, reaching out and taking the little hoop from her hand. I stepped closer, moving my hands toward the hem of her polo. Her eyes widened as she realized what I wanted, and she smiled naughtily.
"Sure," she said, and peeled her polo and bra off over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts were amazing, small, perky and perfectly round, with small, beautiful little nipples poking out like miniature erasers from perfect areolas that were almost the same color as the rest of her breast. I gasped and instinctively cupped one, running my fingers lightly around the smooth, hot skin.
She moaned and stepped a little closer, pushing her breast into my hand.