The get together – 2

Obviously we weren’t the only ones preparing to have a fun little group activity here. Placing another comfy mat down on the deck not too far away from us, Tom settled himself down on that laying on his back, as Kate now positioned herself over his long throbbing penis. I knew she’d been dying to try out his long cock almost from the moment she’d seen it, and now she had her chance to do just that. Standing in front of her as she slid down over his cock, Oliver now fed her his dick, which she began to delightfully suck, while simultaneously fucking Tom’s prick.

Pairing up together, Grace and Mike were amusing themselves with Grace sitting on the edge of the patio table, Mike taking a seat in front of her, and had already begun licking and pleasuring Grace’s pussy with her mouth as I looked over watching all this, just then sliding my own cock deep inside Rose’s hot succulent, extremely wet cunt.

Rose quite obviously was very much enMikeing the double pleasuring she was receiving. Even with Thomas’s cock inside her mouth, she was moaning delightedly, almost deliriously. I could likewise feel the clench of her pussy muscles as they sucked at my dick with every thrust, every lunge, every plunge into her depths.

And of course I too was enMikeing the sensation, the feel of her, my senses almost on overload as I added to the excitement and passion of the moment. Glancing over, watching the erotic spectacles taking place near me simply added to that. My darling sweet wife so uninhibitedly bouncing up and down on Tom’s prick, her hands and mouth busy, working at Oliver’s cock simultaneously with a fervor that implied her own pleasured enMikement.

And then of course, enMikeing Grace and Mike, Grace’s eyes closed, leaning back a bit…her mouth and lips working, her tongue constantly moving as though she was doing the licking herself as Mike basically devoured the woman’s cunt.

It was indeed a sight to behold with all this taking place around me, simultaneously. I was in fact so absorbed by all this, that I didn’t initially even comprehend for a few moments what I was suddenly feeling. I had thrust into Rose’s pussy, and then slowly pulled out, teasing her as I did so. However, I had slipped out by accident, prepared to reach down and reposition my cock against her cunt, sliding in again. Before I could do that however,

I felt Thomas’s hand suddenly grasping it! In that millisecond of time, I felt he was actually going to put it back in, expecting him to do so, but found instead that he actually sucked, and then licked the tip for a moment, before actually doing that.

I felt an unexpected, unanticipated shiver of delight course through me, and then felt the warmth of Rose’s pussy again. I shoved…in, and then out, Thomas again repeating the maneuver several times in succession. Fucking Rose, Thomas sucking my dick, and then doing that all over again repeatedly. It was decadent enough, so totally unexpected, and yet I continued doing that, purposely now removing my cock just so Thomas could grab it, lick it, and then shove it back in her.

It was Grace’s anguished cry of delight that drew my attention to her at that moment. She was flat on her back, lying on the table, thrashing about wildly now, with Mike holding on for dear life, still sucking and licking her, though barely. As I did that, I noticed that same griOlivere of pleasure, or “cummy-face” on Oliver as he only then looked down, starting to withdraw his prick from my wife’s mouth.

“Gonna…CUM!” He cried out, though to my surprise, Kate didn’t allow him to extricate his prick from her mouth, if anything holding it firm, all but swallowing his entire length as he began spurting…her cheeks puffing out some as she took all he had to give, simultaneously holding her breath a little as he spurted one load after another into her still sucking mouth. And though it surprised me a little, seeing her do that…it also pleased me to no end.

Kate was indeed far aroused at this point, perhaps more than I had seen her in quite some time. There was no doubt about it now, what she’d said, and what we’d agreed upon earlier, about going for broke here tonight more or less, was suddenly being proven in what I now enM i keep seeing her doing.

Having seen that, along with the combined sensation of Rose’s pussy, and oddly enough, Thomas’s mouth still periodically sucking my dick in between, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer myself. But it was Kate’s cry of climatic release that did it for me, just hearing her, that familiar little squeal she made whenever she climaxed.

“Fuck, am gonna squirt!” Was about all I managed, my eyes closing automatically, feeling my balls tighten even more than they already were, just as Thomas reached up, cupping them. I shot off like a rocket, filling Rose’s cunt, hearing her cry out in delight as I did that, as she too began to climax, Thomas having latched onto her clit, sucking it…as the two of us came together.

Rose all but collapsed, falling forward, my prick suddenly popping out of her drenched now very creamy pussy, though Thomas continued licking us both, doing so almost casually, cleaning us both up. Now almost too sensitive, I sat back, forcing the issue, standing up on almost unsteady knees as I wandered over towards my wife, helping her up where we hugged, and then kissed erotically. I didn’t even think about it, tasting Oliver’s flavor and essence in my wife’s mouth as we tongued one another passionately.

“Whew…I need another drink!” I then stated, as Kate agreed with me, the two of us walking over towards the makeshift bar Thomas had set up. Though as we did that, it became obvious to us both…that other show was soon about to start, and neither one of us wanted to miss that.

By now, Mike had made her way over to where Tom was still laying on the mat. His cock still covered with my wife’s nice creamy little spending. Tendrils of her female juice still clinging to it as Mike began lapping and cleaning him up.

“Are you ready to give me a nice big hot juicy load baby?” She asked him as he smiled at her nodding his head.

“Fuck yes…I’m not sure I can hold out much longer,” he confessed.

“Would you like some help?” She grinned, still teasing his cock, licking it. Once again he nodded as Mike then turned towards Oliver, inviting him over. “Care to give me a hand with this?” She asked him hotly. “Baby’s ready to burst here…time for Old Faithful to blow!”

Once again sitting down, though placing our seats close enough so we could watch this, Grace soon sauntered over as well, standing next to me, one hand on my shoulder, the other one again down between her legs. She slipped a finger inside, and then offered it to me as I took it…sucking it off, tasting her own juicy fluids.

“It’s so fucking hot watching him come,” she stated as Thomas now joined his wife, slipping behind her, and then in her, the two of them slow-fucking, not for the purpose of reaching, or finding climax, but in simply pleasuring one another while watching this climatic moment as we all were.

“Come on Rose…come help!” Mike now stated, inviting Rose over, as she somehow snuggled up between his legs, laying on her back as she actually took his balls into her mouth. From above, Oliver and Mike licked, sucked and ran tongues, hands and fingers up and down his shaft, methodically, well practiced, and obviously having done this and shared such together with one another before. It was like watching a perfectly choreographed performance as they complimented one another, as opposed to getting in one another’s way as they did this.

“Almost there baby…almost there. So…fucking good, feels so…fucking…hot!” He just managed, his face starting to redden just a little, the intensity of what we all knew to be here shortly, a rather intense orgasmic display. And no one was disappointed either. In hindsight, looking back at that moment, I honestly can say, I’d never seen anything like it.

Old Faithful

In the past, I’ve actually prided myself in having some rather remarkable, “big-squirty” jettisons of spunk myself. Though that was usually only after I’d gone a few days without jerking off, or without doing anything with Kate either. And then only…if we’d really teased, and delayed the shit out of one another before that actually happened.

Still…those squirts of mine when they occurred were something to see and to talk about. Which we laughingly usually did.

So knowing that…about myself anyway, I was pretty much expecting something similar out of Tom when he finally came. After all, he’d been awake most of the night without having come once, so I had a pretty good idea that when he did come…and soon by the looks of it, it was going to be a good one.

Like I said…I had no idea!

It was as though all of God’s creatures were suddenly aware of what was about to happen. I couldn’t swear it of course, but I’d have bet money that even the crickets, which had just a short time ago, came out and began chirping…had quieted. I know none of us spoke a word, only the sound of labored breath, a faint hint of Grace’s juicy cunt, though I also think Thomas quit fucking her for a moment, holding still there inside her as Tom suddenly let out a cry, seemed to arch his back, lifting his ass which forced Rose to lift with him keeping in contact with his balls.

What I saw then…was the most unbelievable sight I had ever seen.

The “rope” and I call it that…because it damn near looked like that in fact, shot out of the end of his prick in this long, lengthy white streamer of spunk that somehow defied gravity. Without exaggeration, I still swear it shot at least three if not four feet straight up in the air. Now I’ve had a few that I dare say have done that as well, though perhaps not straight up, but even then…only one, perhaps two. Not Tom.

Now sitting up, Mike on one side, Oliver on the other (Rose now scooting out so that she too could watch) they both had their hands wrapped around his cock, pulling down on it…holding it. He shot again as they did that…still holding, not moving back up. Another streamer, just full, just as copious, and just as high shot out again. And then up again came their hands, and down again repeating the movement, the squirting. They pumped, he shot…they pumped, he shot over and over again. I sat, I know my wife sat, each of us wondering…thinking, though I finally heard myself saying it out loud.

“Holy fucking shit! Will he ever STOP cumming?”

It had broken the sexual tension a little, a few nervous, delightful giggles following, though everyone’s eyes remained glued to the spectacle, even as Tom’s ass came back to the ground once more. Even then, he continued to spurt, seven, perhaps eight now…though no longer quite as high as they’d been, or as thick perhaps, but still they came, continued to come. Mike and Oliver now working his prick a bit more, a steady cadence, a steady yet still slow stroking. He came again, squirting more, only a few inches now, but enough to see it…watch it flow,

spurt and begin to saturate their hands, his balls…and everywhere else around them now. I lost track somewhere around thirteen, perhaps fourteen full spurts, not counting the bubbling dribble of spunk that continued to ooze from the tip long after both Mike and Oliver had finally quit stroking him, milking his cock. Even then, it continued to bubble out of the tip running down the sides of his shaft.

“And that’s why…I call him ‘Old Faithful,” Mike said, only then mouthing him again, beginning to clean him up.

Only then did I realize somewhere along the way that Thomas too had climaxed, now stepping back, a dribble of his own cream running down the inside of Grace’s legs as she swiped at it, now gathering up what she could, licking it from her fingers.

“Pretty fucking amazing isn’t it?” She then said,

Which Kate and I thought, was a fucking understatement.

With everyone pretty much sated, we sat once again collecting ourselves. Having been invited to spend the night rather than drive home, we decided to do so, though both Oliver and Rose soon after began preparing to leave, as did Mike and Tom as they had early plans for the following morning and needed to make their own long drive back soon as well.

Before they all went back inside to dress again, Mike came over to Kate and I once again telling us how much she sMiled meeting us, and had marked being with the two of us. I thanked her for that, as Kate did, and told them both how much we too had marked meeting and being with them.

“I didn’t get to suck your cock though tonight,” she added, “so perhaps you’ll return again so that I can.”

Without even looking towards Kate for any kind of confirmation or response to that, I answered for the both of us…correctly I might add.

“Count on it…and the sooner the better,” I added.

“Don’t tempt me,” she winked before turning. “I’m still rather horny…and plan on playing with myself all the way home tonight!”

With that, we kissed them good-bye, did the same with Oliver and Rose, and then stood in the driveway next to Thomas and Grace, the four of us still nude, still happy as clams as we waved them all off.

“Well, we can either show you to the guest room…or to our room, whichever you’d prefer,” Grace asked.

It was a no brainer. We might have to catch up on a bit of sleep the following day, but Kate and I were both ready and willing to continue on with this new adventure we’d just taken, and spend the rest of the night enMikeing the delights of our two very new, and very dear friends.

-End-

Epilogue and note

Although my wife and I must remain anonymous for both personal, as well as professional reasons, I wanted to take a moment and thank Many Feathers for telling this story for us.

And though he certainly took some poetic license in some of the dialogue (understandably) for story interest, both my wife and I agree, MF captured the essence of our sometimes quirky friends’ characters and personalities. Mike (though not her real name no) is indeed a very special and very delightful woman, who has now befriended my wife in such a way that I don’t think a single day goes by that they’re not on the phone with one another. She is indeed a very unique and very special lady. (Not to mention “Old Faithful”) Which really is the nickname she has given her husband, and another now very dear friend of ours.

Though this story is just the beginning of what became a permanent fixture in our lives with this special group of friends, I wanted to find a way to share it, as this experience has indeed changed our lives for the better. We of course have continued our relationship with this small group of people, along with one another couple recently introduced only a couple of months ago. And though we continue to have, and to enMike many similar experiences together as was this one. We feel that adequate justice was done in the telling of it, and how we’ve now come to cherish and enMike one another’s company to the extent that we have.

So again to Many Feathers. Thank you. Thank you for helping us to share this amazing experience.

J & K