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I watch as you both fondle yourself, competing to be the first to pleasure me. There had been such team work when you undressed me while we danced in a tipsy 3-way embrace. I purposefully picked you up at the hotel bar this evening after we eyed each other at several breakout sessions at the conference. It had been a long boring day in yet another city that offered little more than a chance meeting in a convenient downstairs bar. I was not opposed to your pal tagging along, considering the number of drinks we shared and my level of drunken desire. He is younger, more enthusiastic and has a sandy blonde resemblance to a college boyfriend I once had. As you encourage him in your little contest, I can see his reach will far exceed yours. I’m counting on you for finesse and perhaps some mentorship while you both ravage me. The result of your contest has produced promising advantages for me. You join me on the bed first to assist me with the bra strap I’ve been teasing from my shoulder. Your words are gentle as your warm hands massage my breasts and nuzzle the fishnet fabric away to expose the tingling flesh beneath. Concentrating on my taut nipples, you suckle as I whimper with lust. I’m aware we’re being watched and open my eyes to see we’re no longer alone on the bed. His lips join yours as you nurse in tandem, adding your own gratified groans. I’m squirming with excitement from the varied attention, unable to discern which is more stimulating. You seize on the movement of my hips to ease my thong away, so your fingers have access to the abundant juiciness now revealed for you both. Directing your protege to taste the spoils, you position yourself to prop me up so we can both witness his technique. He meets our watchful gaze with those sparkling blue eyes as his tongue laps at the oozing nectar before dipping inside to tantalize me with his search for more. My hand finds your length and I mimic the in and out within my grip, as you egg him on with how much I deserve his best efforts. My moaning slips an octave as he complies and your hands return to my pliant breasts to tweak the throbbing tips. My hips rise to meet the rhythmic tongue thrusts and he never loses contact, staring at me, now through heavy-lidded eyes dazzled by the ambrosia and my responses.

You suggest my first orgasm might be a sight to see considering my behavior so far. His eyes brighten and he extracts his busy tongue. His girth has grown to an extreme as you note and I open my legs wider in hopes I can take him in completely. I murmur of my needs as he teases the tip along the lengths of my swollen entry. I tighten my grip on you to signal my readiness and you groan, relishing the feedback. Cautioning him to take it slow, you reach down to splay the portal with your fingers, kneading me for further surrender. His impatience implants himself swiftly inside me, then slows while he leans forward to kiss me deeply. My flavor is still lingering as his tongue probes my mouth while he progresses further below. He indulges your request for a taste with a soulful exchange of gratitude before returning to focusing on my impalement. Nearly halfway inside me he straightens his posture to watch himself disappear into my depths. It excites you both as I sense more pulsing growth from inside and my steadfast grasp on you. I mimic the long stroke of his entry upon your hardened girth, much to your howling appreciation. At his hilt, he kisses me again, nearly silencing my breathless moaning. Sensing our need for friction, you bark orders to ‘give her your best, young man.’ What follows, escalates from a slow grind to a frenzied pumping that rocks the bed we share. We are screaming at a pitch with no regard for neighbors or the hotel staff. I close my eyes to imagine the scene from above and my orgasm closes in faster as I float to observe the multiple pleasure points of our earthly delights. I am only faintly aware of the sequence after I cum first, with epic flourishes of my bucking body and quivering flesh. He detonates within me triggering subsequent aftershocks that catch us all by surprise. My constant handwork is further flexed to help drench me with the ropey fountains of your climax. It seems never-ending, but I suspect it’s a feedback loop while I am floating semi-conscious through an exhilarating deja vu. I awake murmuring your names, to find the young buck cleansing me thoroughly, while quenching himself with your spoils. You are smiling and grazing my effervescing skin with your fingertips, relishing the aftermath of our threesome

“He’s primed for another go…”

“Such a big boy, when he’s all grown up…”

“Too much?”

“Not so far…”

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