Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends

Home > Other > Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends > Page 44
Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends Page 44

by Fantasia Moan


  He brushed my long hair over my shoulder and caressed the skin of my neck with his lips, and it was then I felt a hand sliding up my flat belly, cupping the aching swell of my breast. His fingers circled around my rouged areola and then teased my nipple to hardness with tiny little tugs.

  Nathan, who the fuck is Nathan?

  After kissing the both of them with the same passion, I glanced down and saw they were both packing and they bulged, and more than likely ached with anticipation. I sat up straight and did something entirely unexpected.

  I cupped their groins, and they were bulging, and from the heat which spread into my fingers, neither of them were wearing underwear. I extended my cupping of their groins to massaging and caressing them, and I could feel their cocks growing eager to be released from their confines.

  What goes around comes around.

  Each of them returned the gesture and placed their hand on my knee and started easing their way up my thighs. I was full of apprehension when I remembered I was only wearing a thong and that pretty much covered nothing at all. Their fingers tantalized around the top of my stockings, and then I lifted my gaze and saw Nathan and his friend who’d helped pick up the ice looking in my direction.

  I half expected Nathan to explode or at least his friend to say isn’t she with you? But instead, Nathan walked over and got to his knees. His hands pushed against my knees and parted my legs wider. As every girl knows, when your legs are spread and you’re wearing stockings, your short skirt will rise…

  I sat with my pussy on full view and my moist lips parted by the twisted string of my thong. The guys ran their hands up my inner thighs and sent trembles rushing through my hips. I quivered, and it could have been taken for nerves, but it was adrenaline and the tingling in my clit which started it off.

  The two guys unzipped their pants, and as I surmised, they weren’t wearing underwear, and they released their cocks into the open. Although new to me, it felt natural and the right time to take both of them in each hand. My fingers wrapped around their shafts and I felt their veins bulge and pulse when I tightened my grip.

  Being turned on was an understatement, and all I could think of was sex with the two of them at once. Nathan still held my knees apart, which heightened my excitement having his blue eyes fixed on my wet pussy. Nathan finally dipped his head and pulled my thong to the side and swapped the damp material in my slit with his tongue.

  I slowly masturbated the two guys and brought them to full hardness, while Nathan spread the lips of my pussy and sucked on my budded clit. His lips pursed and he pulled it into his mouth before nibbling my nub, starting my first orgasm. I ground my hips into the couch and spread my legs wider, placing one on Nathan’s shoulder. His tongue dipped and teased inside my pussy, and I knew I was ready for Nathan; I was prepared for whoever wanted me.

  Nathan stood after making me cum and then tugged at his belt and then his zipper. His jeans dropped to his knees, and he caressed his burgeoning erection. I licked my lips and marveled at the cock I’d wanted to see from the first time I’d laid eyes on him, and now it was close to my face.

  I edged myself to the edge of the couch and Nathan wrapped his fingers in my hair around the back of my head. I parted my plump lips and at this point didn’t care if my lipstick was still there or not. I wrapped my lips under the rim of his head and teased his pre-cum slit with the tip of my tongue. I felt him push harder on the back of my head and he inched the full length of his shaft to the back of my throat.

  Nathan stopped and then pulled off his jeans and laid on the floor. He gestured for me to straddle him, which I gladly did. I was soaked, and my pussy sheathed him quickly when I lowered my hips. I was ready to bob up and down and ride him like a bucking bronco when hands fell on the cheeks of my ass. I paused and felt a cooling liquid being drizzled down my crack. I looked over my shoulder, and one of the sofa guys rubbed lube all around his hard cock.

  Wow, that shines in the light.

  I shuddered because being fucked in the ass while I made love to Nathan was the last thing I expected. He stepped forward and stood astride Nathan’s legs and parted the cheeks of my ass. I felt the head of his cock run around my hole and then as it sent an icy shiver up my spine it parted me and slipped inside. He groaned with pleasure, and as he slid deeper, my cunt tightened around Nathan’s cock.

  They chatted with each other and then began pounding at me in the middle. Both holes were filled, and I gasped with excitement. I was turned on so much, and another gushing orgasm washed over me, and my head bowed, hanging over Nathan’s face. He smiled and then cupped my breasts, tugging my nipples. I motioned my hips back and forth with each considerable cock filling me in tandem. I gasped and then felt the fingers in my hair.

  “Don’t forget about me, little lady,” the second sofa guy said.

  My eager mouth clamped shut at the hilt of his cock as he drove himself deep in one motion. He then rocked his hips and face fucked me, tugging on my hair. All my holes were now filled for sure and another bout of hip wriggling sensations flooded through me. The two cocks inside me pushed against the thin membrane and sent shudders deep inside me.

  I gagged for breath and managed to stifle a panting gasp when the cocks stiffened in my ass and my pussy. They thrust together, and their blissful cries of pleasure filled the living room.

  They seized and then jolted together when they fired hot cum into both my holes. They panted like animals and thrust harder and faster until my body shook with pleasure. Another orgasm fled through my cum-filled body, and I shuddered. My head pulled back from the guy who had his cock in my mouth, and his fist tightened, and then he exploded and splattered over my face with his gooey silky cum.

  I licked my lips and swallowed back every drop while my body slumped against Nathan.

  I stood and made my way to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled and winked at myself.

  Planning this party was a great idea.

  Story Thirty-Nine

  I'm sitting in a busy café waiting for my date. I made myself comfortable with a cappuccino and study the drinks menu, lost in thought. As always, I am euphoric, excited and a little nervous. I'm not doing this for the first time. Many times before, I was waiting for someone I did not know and did not know what to expect. My name is Sven, and I expect my Fickpartnerin for the evening. How do I know that I'll get a shot that day? Quite simply, because it has been agreed.

  I am a sexually open-minded guy. Love and sex do not necessarily have to be symbiotic. Of course, I was already in love, but it's been a long time and I do not plan the next time to start a family. At the age of 29 I'm in my prime to enjoy my life and to have everything on me. I like to have sex and I am very flexible in this regard. Sex with as many partners as possible seems desirable to me, and why should one limit oneself to only one reference person? Where is the exciting, the new, the unexpected? Each time, I am surprised once again how it develops. How do you approach each other, how do you get closer? Quick and purposeful or rather reserved and deliberate? Every attempt is interesting for itself and wants to be lived through.

  Sex is something beautiful and horny. I like meeting open-minded women who are just as open as me. They know exactly what they want and who express their wishes freely and freely. I have been on the net for a few months now on a dating site. There are plenty of sites where the rapid sex adventure can be found, and after initial skepticism, I realized that one can easily and freely reach sexual partners for the night, who are neither interested in long - term relationships, nor clinging for a repeat of the Pushing meeting. I do not keep a book and therefore I can not say how many women I met last. It will have been between 15 and 20. Women of different types, of different ages, each had their preferences and wishes incorporated. Each had been self-confident, formulating what she expected from the meeting and me.

  Most of them were pretty, some of them were well in bed and took whatever they wanted. Only a few times I went home disappointe
d and regretted the meeting with the unknown. For tonight I am confident that I have made a good catch. I expect a racy brunette in her late twenties, with a crisp body, beautiful hair, a pretty face and a sympathetic smile. I would love to get to know this classmate better and to work with her to find out what we enjoy together. Now she is already ten minutes overdue. You probably do not put me?

  I let my eyes wander, see couples, friends and individuals populate the café. My racial wife is nowhere to be seen. Only a plump blonde is just trudging through the front door and looks around frantically. I devote myself again to the study of my drink menu and consider ordering a latte macchiato.

  "Hello."

  I take my eyes off the card and point it at the person who stands diagonally in front of my desk and smiles beaming at me, it's the corpulent woman who just came in.

  "Yes, please?"

  "Sven?"

  How does she know my name? "Yes."

  She takes my place opposite and squeezes her pound body between bench and table. I look at her in disbelief and can only think of a misunderstanding. "Are you sure you're right here?"

  She nods eagerly and points to my badge, and

  next to me is a book by my favorite author on the table, which I have with me at every meeting and it seems lucky Sometimes the first doubts arise because the buxom blonde does not show that she will get up again immediately.

  "Stuart MacBride ... I like to read as well."

  "Lisa?"

  I pronounce the name of my date in disbelief, but at the same time I can not believe that I see her in front of me. Where is the slender brunette with the long hair, the high cheekbones and the seductive smile?

  "Hello Sven ... I'm sorry, I was a little late."

  Before I can protest, the newcomer waves to the waitress and orders a green tea, then she looks at me with a happy smile and forces me to shake my head .

  "but you're not the Lisa, with whom I have an appointment?"

  "Yes ... sure."

  I lean back and look at my counterpart. This Lisa is neither slim nor graceful. She has short blond hair, is heavily made up and has a round face. Her upper body seems to me to be bulky, and by conservative estimates, I assume her a body weight that comes close to the three-digit range. Particularly noticeable is her bosom, which sits with the rest of the pounding upper body in a much too tight top. I clear my throat and shake my head slowly. "It can only be a mistake. I actually expected a very different Lisa. "

  " I know, "she confesses.

  My amazement does not dissolve and I wait for what she has to say. She shrugs and says, "Could it be that the photo in my profile does not quite come up to the truth."

  "Not quite approaching?" I ask skeptically. "You are a completely different type from the woman I wanted to meet. What do I think of that? "

  She slips restlessly in her seat, and before she can answer, the waitress brings the tea, which gives my uninvited guest the opportunity to come up with an explanation." Do you know Sven ... I'm what mine Profile on the dating site, not quite the truth. "

  "But why?"

  Another shrug. "I could understand if you were disappointed now ... But you chatted with me and made an appointment with me. And now I'm here. "

  So far, I had only had positive experiences with the women on the dating site, none of whom had hyped me a wrong photo, only one of them had turned out to be much older than the one in the picture, but a completely different woman never appeared for a date. "And who is the woman in the photo?"

  "No idea," Lisa admitted honestly, "I found the image somewhere on the internet and thought that many men would stand on that type of women."

  "Yes of course. And that's exactly why I wanted to meet with this woman, "I assert in a high voice.

  "And now I'm there instead ... Surprised, are not you?"

  I react stunned and shake my head, I play with the thought of rising, paying the bill and walking the distance, but then I'm too curious to find out what the blond cheater has been thinking. "Is this your first date with a stranger?"

  "No, there were already some."

  "And how do most people react when they hear that someone is coming who they did not expect?"

  She sips her tea and shrugs. "Most go and are not very happy. But some stay and do not regret it afterwards. "

  "You can imagine, however, that I wanted to meet another type of woman and you ... do not quite match the one I've been prepared for," I accuse her.

  "Surprise!", It bursts out of her. She gives me a mischievous grin and leans her head awry. "And ...? Are you staying or are you

  trying to escape? " I go inside myself and try to make a spontaneous decision, it would be consistent to leave and write off the evening, but on the other hand, I have nothing to lose, and my anger is limited I'm curious to know what the blonde fat Lisa will tell me. "What are you doing professionally?"

  At each meeting there is a start-up phase. You do not meet and then you go to jump into the box together. Small talk is one of them to get warm.

  "I work at Lidl's meat counter," she explains, grinning broadly,

  which surprises me and spontaneously reminds me of a joke I've heard or read so many times before:

  "I'd like to have 100 grams of liver sausage ... she has a vocational school today. "

  I refrain from smiling, because I do not want to explain myself. I nod in understanding and imagine her spontaneously in a white coat and hairnet on her head. It would be imaginable.

  "And you?", She wants to know.

  "IT specialist."

  "Not bad either," she guesses and leans back relaxed in her seat, she stretches out her breasts, the fabric stretched over the huge breasts, which cup size she probably wears? Have I ever had a sexual partner with such a full bust? I do not remember, I do not mind luscious tits, but I like to enjoy them with a slim waist and not a proper lifebuoy around my hips, I try to imagine Lisa naked, and in my mind's eye it builds the image of an overweight

  Rubens woman who would probably have been too much even the former masters as a nude model. "Do I like you?"

  How do you answer such a question? "Uh ... Well ... I had expected another type of woman.

  "Do you like blond?"

  "Sometimes."

  "And on big boobs?"

  I look around quickly and try to find out if Lisa could have been heard at the next table ... Nobody turns to us, which speaks for the opposite, as Lisa grabs her chest with one hand and she seems to push them through the fabric, I open my eyes and am speechless at first

  Lisa grins contentedly and says: "Surely you like big boobs, you like to grab something, right?"

  Again I look around, but no one cares about us. We are sitting in the back of the café and the waitress has something else to do. "I want to be honest, Lisa ... you're not really my type."

  "That does not matter.

  "Why did you want to meet me?" I ask curiously, and

  she shrugs, "You're a cool guy and look even better than in the photo."

  "Thanks."

  "I'd like to fuck with a guy like you."

  Even though many women are direct and know what they want, only a few hold their hearts on the tongue and bluntly proclaim what is going on inside them. "Well, originally this should be the point at this meeting."

  "Has anything changed in your plans?"

  "About not? After all, you are different than I expected, "I explain.

  "Never mind. We could still have some fun together, "she suggests, licking her lips lasciviously," I'd be up for it, and I'd like to think you might like it. "

  Am I so flexible that I want to have sex with this bum? I remember the saying of a buddy from the past when he alluded to a not so attractive woman and her qualities in bed: "Germany flag over it and for the fatherland."

  Granted ... It does not always have to be the most beautiful and sharpest woman who one gives his favor, but so blatant of my preferences deviating ladies I have not yet invited to my bed.

 
"I do not have a panty on," she tells me, and I listen up, she is sure of my attention and puts on. "I have shaved my pussy nice and smooth before. You will not feel any disturbing hair when licking."

  I clear my throat and move restlessly over the seat. "But you go pretty well on the offensive."

  " So what ?" She lulls off. "I make no secret of the fact that I'm on you and would like to fuck you. I like to have sex and you would be one I would like it with. "

  I remember the moment she had been standing in front of my desk. To her tight top Lisa wears a colorful cloth skirt that reaches over her knees. Is she naked under that? The thought excites me, and as if Lisa guessed my thoughts, she slips a hand under the tabletop and I sense where her fingers are going.

  "That always makes me very hot when I'm running around without panties ... I rarely wear something underneath ... even while working."

  I immediately paint a scenario of how the frivolous meat saleswoman without panties at the meat counter stands and pushes a long precious salami under the skirt, where this buttery smooth slides into the slippery cunt. I shake myself briefly and admit that the thought turns me on. I look in the middle of her cheeky grin. She provokes me, wants to find out how cool and spontaneous I am. I decide to play along for a while and ask: "Are you horny right now, because you are sitting opposite me without panties?"

 

‹ Prev