Spurt N’ Ernie, Part 2: Our Threesome With Ernie Heats Up

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“I love kissing you when you’ve been sucking cock.”“Yours or someone else’s?”“Yes.”I laughed. “That was an either-or question.”“I know. Still, both. Or either, I suppose.”“After, so that I have cum on my lips and breath, or while I’m still in the process of sucking it?” I’d raised up and kissed him after he’d cum because I know he enjoys it, and so do I, but now I was again lying down, watching the stiffness slowly go out of his beautiful cock.“Once again, yes.”“That’s cheating. You must have a preference.”“Oh, I do.”“Which?”He smiled. “I’ll never tell.”“Okay then, what do you love about it?”He shrugged tiredly. “Everything. I love the way your lips feel, all hot and slippery and puffy. I love knowing that just moments before, you had a hard cock in your mouth and that you’re dripping wet because of it, and I love your hard nipples and your eyes, the way they look when you’re aroused.”“You’re making me horny.”He grinned. “Liar. You were already horny.”He was right; the taste and feel of his hard cock in my mouth as I’d sucked him had made me horny, as it always does, and the incredible sensation of him growing harder just before he came, and then the throbbing and pumping of his big cock as he spurted his warm, slippery cream into my mouth had pushed me higher still.“Okay then, you’re making me hornier.”He wagged his eyebrows at me lasciviously. “In my defense, I do plan to address that issue.”“I would hope so!” I stretched up and kissed him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and he sucked at it, searching for any remaining trace of his cum. When we parted, I said, “You like kissing me the best after I’ve taken a load of cum in my mouth.”He laughed. “Guilty. You know me too well.”“Do you prefer it to be yours, or someone else’s?” I was still lying face-down on him and the sofa, my arms over his thighs and my head up as I fondled and occasionally licked his still-thick but slowly softening cock.“Babe, what’s with all the questions?”“Just answer.” He leaked a drop of white cream as his cock continued to go flaccid, and I licked it away.“Jeez. Okay, so by ‘someone else’, you mean Seth.”He was right. At that point, Seth was the only one we’d ever had a threesome with, so our experience – and specifically his experience kissing me after someone else had filled my mouth with cum – was limited.I looked up at his face. “Well, yeah, I suppose so. In reality at least. But how about in theory?”“In theory, like in after some random guy blows his load in your mouth?”“Not random, Richie. I’m horny, but not a total slut. Okay, for the sake of argument and so that you’ll stop dodging the question, let’s say Seth. Do you like kissing me better after I suck Seth, or you?”“Hmmm… Seth, I guess.”I laughed. “Now who’s the slut?”He laughed too. “I know, right? But there’s a valid reason too.” I waited for him to go on, and he eventually did. “If I haven’t come yet, which sometimes happens if you suck him off first, then I’m still insanely horny and everything is so much… I don’t know. Edgier, I guess. More powerful, more exciting. Better… I just want it more.”“But after you’ve come it takes the edge off for you?”“You know it does. Like now, I just sort of feel all drowsy and content. I still love the way your puffy lips feel and cum on your breath, and the slipperiness and taste of my cum, but if I hadn’t just unloaded… Well, then, when I’m still super horny, it’s like throwing gas on a fire.”“I love that you’re so kinky, you pervert.”He frowned. “Hey now…”“What? I view your kinkiness as one of your best attributes, so that’s good, right? Speaking of which, before you get too drowsy and drift off, why don’t you take care of that issue you said you planned to address?”“Love to! You mind if we switch places and I lay down for this part?”“As long as you promise not to doze off.”He laughed. “I promise. You’ve come close to making me black out from suffocation a few times, but as long as you don’t do that I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”We swapped around and he lay on his back as I lowered myself to his lips, kneeling on either side of his shoulders and looking down into kocaeli escort his eyes as he began to tease my wet pussy with his tongue. “Make me come, Richie…”“Mmm-hmmm.”A short time later, he did. I was well on my way to a second powerful orgasm, my hand tangled in his hair, pulling him against my pussy as I ground myself into his lips when his cell phone rang on the end table, the Game of Thrones theme accompanying my moans. As I leaned across to reach for it, I lifted myself from his face.He swore. “Don’t fucking answer it, let it ring!”“I’ll just see who it is in case it’s important.”“Rayney, fuck…” He pulled me back to his face, his tongue entering me as I resettled myself over his lips and looked at the screen for his caller ID.“Hey, it’s Ernie!” Ernie – Ernesto Montoya, to be precise – is a good friend of ours, someone I’ve known since high school and dated for a while. He’d been my first, the guy I lost my virginity to in our Junior year and the first cock I’d sucked (although not the first cock I’d fondled and made come). Somehow, against all odds, he and Richard had become good friends over the years, male bonding over the Denver Broncos, the Colorado Avalanche, fishing, and muscle cars. And me, I suppose.He’s a successful concrete contractor with his own company based in Pueblo. He frequently does work in the upper Arkansas River Valley, and he would often call if he was going to be in our area.Richie said, “Mmp amfer ut,” which I figured was the best he could manage ‘don’t answer it’ with his tongue in my pussy, but I ignored him.“You just keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll see what he wants.”I accepted the call as Richie groaned and licked my clit. “Hi, Ernie, what’s going on?”“Hey, babe… did I call you? I thought I called Richie’s phone.”“You did. He’s busy, so I grabbed it when I saw it was you.” Richie, pissed because I’d answered and determined to make me regret it, doubled his efforts to make me come, no doubt hoping to embarrass me on the phone. It was effective, and my voice caught as I tried to speak. “So… ohhh, uh what’s up? Are you in the…mmm, oh fuck… area?”“I am, for a few days. A guy hired me to do foundations for five houses he’s building just south of Buenie.” (‘Buenie’ or sometimes ‘BV’ is what most of the locals call Buena Vista for short because in Colorado it’s pronounced, improperly, ‘Biewna Vista’.)I was getting dangerously close to a major orgasm, and Ernie must have heard me moan, even though I was trying so hard to keep quiet. “Are you okay?”“Yeah, I’m uh, god, mmm… I’m f-fine. God, Richard, fuck!”“Are you guys fucking?”“N-not exactly…mmm, shit!”“Is he eating your pussy?”“Mmm-hmmm!”“Lucky fucker. You about to come?”“Mmm-hmmm… ohh, my god!”“Go ahead, girl, I know how much you love your orgasms. I can wait. Enjoy yourself – hold the phone where I can hear, okay?”Just what I needed, our friend and one of my ex-boyfriends and lovers (many years past, but still…) listening in on me coming and knowing what we were doing! Still, there was no stopping it at that point even if I’d wanted to. I didn’t, and so I came noisily, the phone clutched in one hand and the other in Richie’s hair, his lips and tongue expertly playing me while Ernie listened in. Knowing he was there may have even added an extra something because I came like crazy, a massive orgasm that made me shake all over and grind into Richard’s face as I cried out. I wasn’t intentionally putting on a show for Ernie… well, not entirely… but for some reason, it was a really good orgasm!Afterward, it took me half a minute or more to catch my breath and become able to control my voice again before I could speak to him. “Ernie? You still there?”“Oh fuck yes!”I laughed. “Sorry about that, bad timing. I probably should have let you go to voicemail.”He laughed too. “Perfect timing if you ask me. I’m glad you didn’t, even if I am sitting here in my car with my dick as hard as a crowbar.”I laughed again. “That’s a lovely mental image.”“I can still remember how you taste, and how you feel when you come, how wet you get. Fucking nearly creamed my pants, darıca escort babe.”“You’re so naughty! You want to come here for dinner?”“I was sort of hoping I could crash with you guys for a few days. I got my five guys at the Super 8 in town but all they had was three doubles left. If we go two to a room, I’d have to crash with Juan. You remember Juan?”“Big, heavyset guy?”“That’s him. Great on the jackhammer, but he snores like one too and he fucking farts all the time. Fucker could kill a hippo!”I laughed. Ernie always makes us laugh a lot. “It’s probably the jackhammer, you think? That would make me fart too.”He chuckled. “I didn’t think beautiful women did that.”“Almost never, you’re right,” I lied. “And sure, you’re welcome to stay with us. We’d love to have you and I know Richie would be happy to see you. Been a while.”“Too long. Pussy still got his tongue?”“Mmm-hmmm.”“You gonna come again? I remember how you do that, come a lot.”“Mmm-hmmm, planning to. You gonna stay for it?”“I’d love to, but if I do I’ll cream my pants for sure. I’m driving, so I’d probably have an accident too – or a second accident, anyway.”“Better not then. Can you get here by seven?”“Better make it eight if that’s okay.”“Sure, we’ll hold dinner till eight. Looking forward to it, Ernie.”“Me too, babe. You two enjoy, don’t even think about me driving along all alone, my poor, hard little neglected pecker aching for release, balls like fucking watermelons…”I snorted. “Bye, Ernie!” He was laughing as we disconnected. He always made jokes about his “little pecker”, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t huge, maybe a little under six inches hard, but it was thick and dark like the rest of him and I’d thought it was the most beautiful and amazing thing way back then, beginning my love affair with cocks.When he’d first wanted to put it inside me, I’d thought it was huge and was terrified it wouldn’t fit or would hurt. It did hurt, but only a tiny bit that first time even though I was dripping wet, and although it then started to feel good he’d come too quickly for me to climax. It had been almost sixteen years since I’d last seen it or had it inside of me, but I didn’t think it would likely have changed much.Thinking about him and how awkward it had been for us that first time – I’d been his first as well, so we’d swapped cherries – made me remember how nervous I’d been. I’d been incredibly aroused too, and recalled how hard he was, and how embarrassed about how quickly he’d come, barely getting it inside of me in time and then slipping back out and making a huge mess, a tint bit of blood and a lot of cum.We’d fucked a lot after that first time, at every possible opportunity. As I recalled, we’d gotten much better at it with practice, although he almost always came very quickly the first time. Luckily, he usually recovered just as quickly and was soon ready for a second (and usually more satisfying) round, and often a third if we had time. As I thought about how much I’d come to love his taste and feel and the insistent hardness of his cock, and all the messy, slippery sex as a result of our explorations and Ernie’s eager efforts, I came yet again to my husband’s talented and clever tongue.I knew that by then he’d be hard again, and when I looked he was, so I slid back and guided him into my very ready pussy, riding down his long cock until he topped out inside of me. He groaned. “Unnhhh, fuck! I love the way that feels, sliding into you.”“Pretty fond of that myself.”He laughed. “So how’s Ernie?”“Right now? Still horny, I’m sure, although he might be jacking off.”“I know you enjoyed showing off and teasing him. He enjoyed it too, I guess?”“Said he was hard as a crowbar and had balls like melons, so yeah, I think that meant he enjoyed it.”Richie smiled. “No doubt. Does he have a nice cock?”“Not as big as you, but nice, yeah. A very thick, handsome one, and he comes buckets.” We’d talked about it before, so Richard already knew the answer to his question but he loves hearing me talk about it. He’d pestered me for details about all the men I’d had sex gölcük escort with before him (which wasn’t very many, really) and I’d been very uncomfortable with it at first. I eventually figured out that imagining and fantasizing about me with other guys was intensely arousing for him, after which I’d played along more willingly – especially after discovering that it made me at least as horny as him!It had taken us a long time to do more than fantasize about it before we eventually broke the ice with Seth, and during that adventure, Seth had let slip that he and Richard are both bisexual and had “enjoyed” each other during college before we’d met. That had been a painful way to find out that Richie had concealed that side of himself from me, but once I came to grips with it I found it very arousing, and my accepting and embracing it had been very liberating for both of them. And for us as a couple, I suppose.When we’d had our threesomes after that we’d all shared each other freely and openly, and it was a lot of fun and very educational. Sucking one of the guys while he had the other’s cock up his ass, or having one of them in me while the other took him from behind, jamming his rock-hard cock into me with each combined thrust, was a whole new ballgame. Plus, Seth has a great cock!They had also eventually DP’ed me, which was a nice diversion but would never be my favorite thing because it always felt a little awkward. Each of them being eager to go down on me after one (or both) of them had filled me with cum was also a personal favorite.Thinking of all that now, while riding Richie, made me climax very quickly, and he knew why. “You’re thinking about a threesome with me and Seth, aren’t you?”“Mmm-hmm… well, not a particular one, just the different things we do that all feel so good.”“I’m glad we started doing that.”I knew he was; he’d kept his bisexual side bottled up for several years, embarrassed about it, and being able to again express it had filled a need. I felt bad that he’d been too embarrassed to tell me about it sooner, but all that was now water under the bridge. “Me too, hon’. I know you enjoy it, and I do too.”He thrust hard into me, holding my hips as he ground himself deep. I know his signs, and that one meant that he was getting close to coming and was trying to delay it a little. He groaned.I wiggled, sliding on his cock. “You gonna cum?”“If you don’t stop that, yes.”I laughed. “Go ahead, Richie. I already came several times. Fill me up!”He groaned again and held me still, and by force of will he held on. “Not just yet, okay?”“Sure. You good?”“I think, yeah.” He started thrusting into me again, so I rode him freely and soon came again.As my orgasm slowly waned, he said, “You ever think about having a threesome with someone else?”“Let me guess; you want to have one with another woman.”“Well… sure, of course, but that’s not what I meant.”“Another guy? You have anyone in particular in mind… oh, wait! You’re not thinking of Ernie, are you?” I was flabbergasted.“Well, yeah. I guess.”“You’ve got to be kidding!”“Why? I mean, you’ve had sex with him before, right?” He seemed legitimately puzzled.“You know I have, and in great detail, as you always require. But doesn’t that make it weird for you?”“What? Why?”“Richard… come on! He and I were lovers once – he’s the guy that took my cherry, and I took his, and we learned all about sex together. Wouldn’t that freak you out?”“Well, I don’t know. I mean, it’s weird that he and I are good friends in the first place, right? Given your history?”I nodded. “For sure. I’ve always thought that.”“And it would be like déjà vu for you if we messed around with him, right? It’s not like he hasn’t been in you before, and you said you like his cock.”“I like cocks, you know that.” I smiled and wiggled on him, and he groaned again. “You’d like it too, Richie. Nice and thick and veiny, rock-hard, dark, with a big purple head. He leaks like crazy and when he comes it’s like a fire hose, squirting out again and again.”“Fuck, babe…”“Sometimes when we’d sneak out for a fuck, I’d still have cum leaking out of me two hours later, soaking through my panties while I was sitting in class.”“Please stop!”“Think how that would feel in your ass, pumping away, or how he’d fill your mouth…”“Ohhh, God…”“You could maybe lick his big balls while he fucked me, watch and feel him fill me…”

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