| Straight: Threesomes: Ali's Winter Delight (10/11) |
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below. Ali didn't even notice her getting into position. She stuck out her tongue and just let Ali's left nipple swing over and around it. At first this distracted Ali and pushed her orgasm back, but then Lindsey found her clit and began rubbing hard while Paul continued to pound away. Ali almost fainted as her body was racked with the orgasm. Wave after way of energy cracked through her like some repeating high voltage charge. Ali collapsed to her elbows, nearly smothering Lindsey before she got away. As her orgasm passed Ali wanted to just lie down, but Paul had grabbed onto her hips and was still keeping pace from behind while holding her up. He wouldn't let go. She remembered what Lindsey had said about Paul's staying power. "I want you to fuck my tits,” she said finally, hoping to get him to pull out. "Please Paul, I want to feel your slick oiled cock between my tits." Paul relaxed his grip. Ali rolled over while Paul got onto the deck and straddled Ali's midsection. She engulfed his cock with her tits, the reddened swollen head popping in and out of her white cleavage. They quietly kept the pace for just a minute or two before Lindsey broke in with a singsong voice: "I'm ready for my back door man!" She had positioned herself just as Ali was before, kneeing on the edge of the tub, toes just touching the water, her thick blonde braid dangling to the deck. Her bottom glistened with oil, the bottle of which was at her side. Paul looked down at Ali and shrugged as if to say, "I have no choice," and she mirrored his expression back to show she understood, but she was actually relieved. He got off of her and stood back in the tub. He applied more oil to his cock. "Isn't that thing sore yet?" Ali asked him as she refilled her glass with champagne. "I'm sure it is", replied Paul, "I just don't feel the pain yet." With one hand on the small of Lindsey's back and the other holding his cock, Paul eased into the tight opening. Ali could see Lindsey wincing in pain as she braced herself for him. She found herself wincing too. It was only a few strokes later that Lindsey started rocking her lithe figure to push back against Paul's thrusts, and in a couple of more strokes she reprised her erotic chatter. Drunk, exhausted and relaxed to her chin in hot soothing water, Ali rested her head against the wall of the hot tub watching Paul through the humid haze continue his metronomic fucking of Lindsey's ass. It was an ethereal dreamlike image. She let her eyes fall closed and allowed Lindsey's perverse percussive monologue to lull her to sleep. Ali lifted the lids of her eyes some time later - it could have been moments or hours - to witness both of them grunting and convulsing violently like some weird out of sync engine. She watched until it nearly ran out of fuel, when she again fell to sleep. The next time Ali opened her eyes there was bright daylight framing the window curtains. As she slowly regained consciousness she discovered herself tucked in the bed of her room at the inn. She sat up, snatched her watch from the nightstand and read 11:30. She had missed the second day of the race clinic. She was dressed in her nightshirt. "No", |
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Fun far from the slopes--