It was almost a week before I saw Annalise again. For the first couple of days, I didn't even think about masturbating, even though images and sense memories of our threesome with Sarah kept gripping at my imagination. I woke up the next morning half dreaming and half remembering my last orgasm as both girls' hot mouths and tongues worked their magic on my throbbing hard cock...
I shuffled to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet to empty my achingly full bladder through my rock-hard morning wood. The jetstream of urine that ripped a sore, sweet path through my recently overworked urethra echoed my last release. As I showered, scenes and sensations from the evening before kept bubbling up in my memory. I was still hard when I toweled off.
Still hard as I tucked my cock into my briefs and dressed for the day.
Still pleasantly full and firm as I got my coffee and went about my morning.
The day got busy. I'm not sure when my erection finally faded, but sitting down to lunch some hours later, finally with a moment to myself, the taste and smell of Sarah's cunt juices on Analise's lips came back to me and stirred my soft cock.
All through the day and that night and the next, whenever a moment of quiet found me, so too did erotic thoughts of Sarah and Annalise. It was a pleasant, secret, naughty thrill to go through my days gripped from time to time by such strong reveries of that torrid encounter. My cock was still pleasantly sore at least three days after. It wasn't until four or five days later that I thought of touching myself and actually stroking to the vivid memories.
It was nearly a week before I saw Annalise again and I had only just started to feel anxious and horny and yearning for release whenever the memories would flood back. I heard her bare feet padding down the hall as I sat at my desk. Her scent preceded her and piqued my arousal. The sight of her sliding into my room quickened my cock and balls. The wet, eager-tongued kiss that she planted on me as she bent over the side of my desk chair and slid her arms around my neck had me throbbing hard by the time she backed away.
"Miss me," she teased, licking her lips. Her round, ripe tits dangled underneath her top. Through the window of the loose neckline, I could see that her thick nipples were drawn up stiff and tight.
I licked my own lips before heaving a sigh and responding, "I've been thinking about you all fucking week!" It was true.
"And Sarah," she teased.
"Yeah. And Sarah," I admitted. "She really likes your cock," Annalise grinned.
"Oh," I quipped, rising from my chair. My erection pressed a clear tent in the front of my loose board shorts. "Sarah likes it, hmmm? And what about you?" I took a step towards her until the tip of my cock pressed through the front of my shorts against the hem of her loose shirt, nudging into the crease of her thighs.
"Well, it is a
really
nice cock, now that you mention it," she giggled, sliding her hand between us to caress me through my shorts. "I guess you could say I'm a fan, too." She flashed a wicked, naughty smile at me. "So. Did you have fun, then? With me and Sarah?"
"For completely new definitions of 'fun', yeah, I sure fucking did," I assured her.
"Was that... was that your first threesome," she asked gently, slipping her fingers under my waistband to fondle my cock.
"Yeah. Yeah, it was," I admitted.
"What was it like," she probed.
"You we're there," I countered. "It was fucking fantastic!"
"Yeah... It was pretty fucking naughty," she said. "And hot.... And.... Fuck! Yeah, it was awesome," she said. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For being a good sport and not... you know..."
