Ed Chapter 8 by Jacob442011@gmail.com Jacob442011@yahoo.com
Eyes squinting and face screwed up tight with pleasure, I shuddered uncontrollably once more as I watched Stephen's jizz-covered hands finish making love to my glowing cock.
Ooooh fuck, that was good, I said softly and slowly, eyes rolling back.
Sometime later, I opened my eyes and looked at Stephen. He smiled back.
Over here, Clara ordered, snapping her fingers.
Where?
I followed Stephen's naked buttocks to a bed, and we both stopped before it.
Mike, lay down here, on your side, Clara said.
Okay... I agreed tentatively, wondering at her urgency as I climbed onto the bed.
Hun, she told Stephen, lay behind him.
Stephen climbed onto the bed looking thoughtful.
Now, spoon, Clara directed.
Uh, that's not necessary, I thought but did not say, some of the erotic tension subsiding in me now that I had my orgasm, though I still felt turned on being naked with these strangers. I also had to admit, I was both irritated and aroused that Clara was telling us what to do.
Stephen nestled up against me and his arm came around, over my belly, holding me, his skinny tummy against my back, his warm cock and balls against my buttocks, his legs against mine.
Stay like that - wait, and I'll be back. Clara disappeared, and her ass cheeks peeking out from the sides of her panties were almost as hot as her delectable tits. Stephen's chest was against mine, and his warmth felt comfortable if not as pleasant as a woman's. Even so, I liked his naked skin against mine, my naked skin against his. I liked that both of us were naked, snuggling. It felt weird, wrong, strange, hot, exciting, stimulating.
Clara returned a moment later, completely dressed like when we'd met, holding up her phone. I couldn't help but pout with disappointment.
Your tits, I said simply.
Now now, Mike, don't frown - I want you to look good and happy with your loverboy here - give us a smile or at least a sexy look.
I leaned back a little, closed my eyes part way, opened my mouth a little, and slowly licked my lips.
Mmm, she said with approval, videoing, you two do look nice enjoying your after glow.
From somewhere in my mind, I was nervous. A woman I did not know was videoing me naked while being spooned by her naked husband. What if this got out? What if people saw? And yet, my reservations were outweighed by the excitement of the attention; while her husband may have been nude and spooning me, it was my naked body - legs, balls, cock, tummy, chest, face - that were the most exposed, the front and center focus of her phone video cam.
Mike, lay back into him a little, and Stephen, reach around and lightly caress Mike's belly, his breasts.... that's it. Good. You two are lovers now, so look like it. Nice. Now, Stephen, run your fingers through Mike's hair, caressing it, stroking his head, his upper chest - caress his breasts, circle his nipples, tickle them gently...good, now move over to his neck. Yes.
Stephen's hands flowed across my nude body, and I tingled with pleasure.
Mmmm, I heard myself say.
Jesus, I thought, if I get too much more of this, I could get hard again.
Clara broke my reverie with a loud clap. Okay boys - I want Stephen here. Clara pointed back to the chair, and my eyes followed his naked ass cheeks as he walked. She made him sit back on the towel still wet and sticky from my earlier orgasm.
Spread your legs - good; slide forward to get your cock and balls exposed - good.
He positioned himself on the side of the chair, legs wide, dick forward, and ball sac hanging down.
You, she told me, over here, making me kneel facing him.
Spread your knees and put your hands on his thighs, she said, adding, good, when I did so. Then, she squatted down next to me so that I could see her cleavage.
I like that, I thought, licking my lips as I thought about her sweet tits.
Mikey boy, Clara said, I want you to drive my husband crazy by sucking his cock.
I tried to look away from her breasts, but I could not.
But, your tits, I protested, wanting to fondle them and suckle them. True, the cleavage was nice, but the tits were tucked away, less of them showing now than when it was her bra earlier.
Clara moved suddenly, and I heard myself cry out with an achy mix of joy and pain as her hand encircled my hanging balls and gave them a quick and sharp squeeze, then held them firm (but not quite as tight).
Ahh, I cried out, my entire being captivated by her grip on my testicles.
I want you, Clara told me through clenched teeth, to do my husband like you did your banana. Got that?
Oh God, I said. I was pretty sure I could overpower Clara one-on-one under normal circumstances. However, I was naked and she was dressed. Because of my nakedness alone, she had power over me. Even more, though - she really, truly had me by the balls. I mean, there was nothing I could do. My life, my manhood, were in her firm hand, and her fingers squeezed tight enough to leave me no doubt about it.
Being controlled while naked - hot. Yet, her hand around my balls - scary.
What Mikey? Clara asked with a quick squeeze.
Gah, I gasped, nauseous at the pressure of her grip while somehow also aroused by being naked and dominated.
Clara's grip released then tightened just a little. I couldn't hear you... She said.
Rather than try to talk, I leaned forward on my knees, opening my mouth and aiming for Stephen's cock.
Clara held on, but her grip loosened as Stephen's penis slid into my mouth.
My banana, I thought, and I moved my tongue under the tip and started sliding my head in and out, on and off, his dick.
Stephen moaned, and his cockhead seemed to swell with appreciation as I paused to tongue it enthusiastically before sliding my head forward and back again. Moaning some more, Stephen began to play with my nipples, and as I sucked back and forth on Stephen's cock, I felt Clara's hand loosely cupping and playing with my balls, one of her long fingernails teasing the skin between my testicles and anus. Clara's touch felt really good, but it was never far from my mind that her grip could once again turn instantly painful.
I was sucking a cock!
Slurp, suck, lick, slide went my mouth, lips, and tongue. Duck-faced, I sucked his penis and slid backward, then I drove my head forward, sucking, thrusting his penis into my succulent wet warmth, over and over and over.
Oooh God, Stephen groaned, trying to play with my breasts and nipples but losing concentration as I worked hard, worked faster, marveling at his penis's rubbery saltiness that was inhaling and making love to, worshipping. Meanwhile, Clara was caressing and stroking and fingering and fondling my balls with one hand while her other hand started gently, lightly, softly working my cock.
My moans joined Stephen's, only I had to moan around his cock. Was it me, or was Stephen's cock getting harder?
He certainly began to moan louder. Don't stop, oh God, don't stop - Stephen said as I was making a gung-gung-slurp sound with each thrust forward of my warm mouth, moaning into his cock, my own penis getting harder as Clara's fingers toyed with it while she fingered my balls.
Stephen began pinching and twisting my nipples, and as my wet warm hot love box blew his cock, I did the same to him, hands finding and first squeezing his pecs, then pinching and twisting his tits.
It put him over the edge. Balls tightening to his body, breathing labored, Stephen began yelling, Oh oh oh...
Stephen's hands dropped my nipples and grabbed the sides of my head, and he began thrusting his dick into me. I sucked and choked and slurped and coughed and sucked more. His cock pistoned my mouth, salty warm cum flooding, dribbling out. I swallowed what I could, focusing on sucking, driving him crazy - dimly aware of Clara's fingers dancing across my hard cock and tickling my hanging balls.
Stephen slowed his pace, but he kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, eyes closed, slowing down but keeping it steady. I moaned, lips encircling and tongue sucking, gung-gung-slurp-swallow. Stephen shuddered, then his warm and hairy balls began to lengthen and spill over my chin, hugging the bottom part of my face.
We both stopped, and I looked up at him, his cock mostly in my hot mouth, softer. He opened his eyes and smiled down at me, exhausted but pleased.
Well, thank, you, Stephen said.
In response, I gently sucked his dick into my mouth a little more, then began to lick up the sides of the shaft, before carefully releasing him, knowing he may be getting sensitive by now.
He leaned back in the chair, sighing a contented sigh, and I moaned as my awareness returned to Clara's fingers tantalizing my cock and balls. Oooh, I said, and she suddenly stopped, letting go.
Snap snap went Clara's fingers. Back to the bed, she said.
We obeyed, walking quickly. This time, Stephen followed my naked buttocks, my hard cock bouncing on top of jiggling balls.
Clara piled pillows, and ordered me to climb upon them, laying on my back, spread eagled. I lay backwards and she adjusted them so my cock and balls would thrust out, even as I would recline. I put my hands behind my head, then looked at Clara. Is this okay? I asked without words, and she smiled back at me her approval.
Hun, she said to Stephen. Yes Babe, he answered. You, Clara told him, giving a quick peck on his lips before continuing, remember Mike and his banana?
Yes, Stephen replied briefly.
Well, dear, she told him, Mike's banana is now Mike's cock. I want you to treat his cock as he treated his banana. Got it?
Stephen looked unsure.
Make love to Mike's cock like Mike made love to your cock, Clara reiterated.
Butterflies tickled my belly as I watched Stephen lean toward me, transfixed on my penis, as if it were the only thing in the world. His mouth opened slowly. Out came his tongue, tentatively, reaching out.
He gave my dickhead a lick. Oooh, I responded.
He licked again, and I said, oooh yeah.
Then, he was licking around the sides, teasing the tip, and one hand fondled my balls while his other lightly stroked the shaft, his tongue softly, tentatively licking her and there, tasting me. His fingers wandered from my balls to my buttocks, and he lightly stroked my ass cheeks before cupping my testicles again.
Oh yeah, suck me, Stephen, I said.
Right, talk to him Mike, tell him how you like it, Clara told me, then turned to Stephen. You are doing good, baby, she said, running her fingers through his hair, caressing his buttocks. Suck that cock, honey. Oh yeah, wrap your mouth around it, she coaxed.
He did, and I gasped - his mouth so warm, rich, sensual. I spread my legs a little wider. He absently fondled my balls, but his tongue under my cockhead was driving me crazy.
Oh Jesus, I felt the intimacy, I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so wide open as I watched my cock disappear into Stephen's mouth. Grum, he moaned into my meat as buried it into his head, swallowing and tonguing me.
Oh Stephen, I said, suck me, suck me good. Oh, own me, take me, you stud, I told him.
I widened my legs a touch more and adjusted myself on the pillows, feeling as if I might explode out of my skin, body tingling with delight.
That's it Hun, Clara encouraged, fingers gently stroking Stephen's hair, then her other hand caressing his face, and when he sucked my cock into his cheek, she caressed my cock through his skin. I couldn't feel it much, but I saw it, and it was hot along with him fingering my balls and sucking my cock.
He'd been going so slow, so sensual, I was going crazy.
Then, I heard Clara say, you are doing so great, baby, but now I want you to really get him Honey, I want you to fuck him with your mouth, I want you to make Mike scream.
When she said that, he started to pick up the pace, and I immediately wanted this feeling to last forever, and I simultaneously realized, I was not sure how much of this I could take. Oh Christ, I whispered.
Stephen's head pumped up and down on my cock, mouth nveloping me, inhaling me - his fingers wiggled my balls, his mouth owning me. Oh Jesus. I never knew I could be so exposed, so vulnerable, so intimate with a man. My God. Stephen was ruling me.
Jesus, I told him, you ... you... oh... ah... you...
That's it baby, Clara said, take him baby. He's yours hun, take him. Clara's hand was behind Stephen's head, gently shoving it forward (though I don't think he needed any help), and her other hand was lightly stroking the shaft of his cock and alternatively gently palming his balls.
I reached out with both hands, stretching out my arms, then brought my hands to my head. I was having trouble standing this, it felt so good, I can't describe it. I was losing my mind and loving every moment. How much more could I take? Oh God, I thought.
You're doing it baby, you're doing it. He's yours. Look at his face, he's close - he's making his fuck face baby. Work it, work him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Clara had stopped touching Stephen so that she could video him sucking my cock. She moved her phone from his face to mine, zooming in on my cock and his mouth, zooming in our faces, then panning back to take in all the action from multiple angles.
She did keep encouraging, though. That's it baby, suck that cock. Make love to that cock. Suck it, baby, suck it for me, honey. Oh I love you Stephen. Suck that cock for me, baby. I like you sucking it, honey. That's it, baby.
I don't know if Clara meant for this, but her words were really turning me on. I loved hearing her voice, seeing her full black and blue hair, drinking in what my eyes could see of her tits, though truth be told, now I was having trouble keeping my eyes open due to the ecstasy I was feeling spreading from my cock throughout my body.
Without warning, Clara leaned over, pinching, then twisting, both my nipples.
Gack, I gasped, eyes bulging, pressure building.
Grrr Rum Gung, Stephen's mouth said as he sucked me. Sensing my release, he picked up the tempo, sucking even harder. Crescendo building, I exploded into his mouth. Exquisitely and indescribably, he vacuumed my cum. I couldn't stand it, permeated with pleasure, thrashing and gasping as Stephen's lips and tongue and mouth sucked downward and then upward, enveloping and consuming my cock and cum. Pleasure rippling throughout my being, I grabbed his head by the ears and drove my cock into him, squirting more cum.
Lust and delight surrounded me, and I only opened my eyes for a moment to watch Stephen finish me, watching my cock disappear inside his lips. In doing so, I saw that Clara was back to videoing, and she smiled at me when I realized that she had captured my orgasm as well as her husband sucking my dick.
Delicious feelings subsiding, and I took a deep breath and came back down to earth. I opened my eyes to observe Stephen tenderly licking around and on my cock. For the first time, laying naked and snuggling with a naked man made sense. That's what I wanted in that moment. We had been intimate, as close and personal as two people can be, making love to one another with our mouths. While I don't think I'd ever want to kiss a man, in this moment, I can't say for sure that I wouldn't. What I can say is that, it felt right to lay naked with him, with Stephen, and spoon him, to feel his skinny tattooed naked body next to time, to hold him. To my surprise, I'll be honest - that sounded good.
And yet, it was not to be.
For a moment, Stephen and I stared into each others eyes, lightly touching, wondering what happened, Clara observing us and smiling.
Then, there was a knock, knock, knock at the door.
What the hell, I thought. This late?
Clara answered, opening the door. Who was there? I couldn't see, though I thought I might have seen her wink at someone outside, but I was not sure because I was trying to be in the moment with Stephen.
I heard Clara say, it's for you, Mike.
For me? What the fuck.
I began to stand, and Stephen reached out and touched the side of my face, giving me a smile as a thank you. Wordlessly, I thanked him back with my own smile, brushing my hand across his neck, then walking toward the door.
Who was here to see me?
Clara had stepped to the side, but I still could not see anyone, which meant that I would have to step into the doorway naked to meet I knew not what. I was nervous to be naked, though relaxed because I'd just cum. And, honestly, I was also aroused at the prospect of answering a door naked, not knowing who was on the other side.
I stepped into the doorway, and Clara smiled at me. I was distracted by her breasts once again, wanting to bury myself into their fullness and rest, awakening at my leisure to suckle her delicious titties.
Then, reality called.
What the ___?
Latex gloved fingers reached in from either side of the door and pulled me into the hall grabbing my wrists and shoulders, positioning my naked body in between two clothed, muscular men. Thick wool trench coasts pressed into me, scratching my bare skin; I gasped inadvertently as they began to propel me forward down the hall, dimly aware of Clara waving before closing her door.
I tried to stop us, but one gave me a latex gloved slap on my ass to get me going again, saying, move. I looked in their faces, trying to gauge their intentions, what they would want with me, naked and alone, in this dimly yellow lit motel hallway. I figured, their faces should tell me something, give me some idea. But, instead of facial expressions, I could only see ski masks.
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