Another threesome for Miriam (part 14)

Brian, the handsome pupil, comes to Bob’s assistance when it comes to gratifying Miriam.

 

I can’t believe I haven’t come yet with all of this going on! Bob is lying on the couch like a happy cat and is very lazily caressing my completely naked body.  “What are we going to do with you,”  he purrs and slowly spreads my legs. He’s sliding on the inner side of my thighs with his fingertips, so that I feel weak at the knees. I’m aroused from before and when he touches my soaked pussy, I feel shivers throughout my body. I moan and my head falls back.  Bob continues to leisurely stroke my labia, which are erected and moist.  I sigh loudly and Bob looks at me with roguish admiration. Our slow game is interrupted by the sound of overturned books in the hall.

Bob runs to take a look at what happened and comes back with the blushing Brian. Yes, I told Bob our story and he was really excited by it. “This is a woman that doesn’t find me and a vibrator enough,” he says and points at me as if he was inviting someone into the house. “Maybe you could help us,” he adds seductively. We both notice a big bulge in his trousers and Bob starts undoing the shirt of the promising teenager. Brian’s eyes are feverishly shooting from the self-confident man undoing his shirt to the completely naked woman which is lying on the couch like a slave girl and is looking at him invitingly. Oh yes, the scene excites me immensely. Bob takes his shirt off carefully and when he touches the belt on his trousers, the boy flinches and wants to move away. But Bob has an amazing gift for calming people down and convincing them, so the kid allows him to do this, even though I suspect I really helped him when I meaningfully put saliva on my finger and started to caress my left nipple and look Brian straight in his wide-open eyes.

When the kid stands in front of us in only his boxer shorts and black socks (a very select choice, I might add), Bob looks at him with approval and pushes him towards me: “Miriam will take the rest of your clothes off.”

Brian comes to the couch as if in a trance. At first I admiringly stroke his sizable bulge under the tight boxer shorts and then I slowly take the shorts off. The boy has shaved and his young penis looks bigger and more erect and the boy himself looks like a sculpture of a Greek athlete.

I slowly lick him from the testicles to the head of the penis. When I slip over his head with my tongue, I’m greeted by a pearl drop. The taste overwhelms me and I suck the drop in. I suck the glistening head, circle around it with my tongue and enjoy seeing the kid’s knees tremble.

Bob sits on the couch and gently puts me on him, so that I’m almost lying on his knees. With a friendly and commanding voice he tells Brian: “Well, now we’re going to pleasure her, right?” He caresses my tits, so that I start twisting my body. Brian greedily strokes the tight curve from my breasts to my waist and to my pussy and then gets on his knees. He spreads my legs, so that one is on the floor and the other one comfortably stretched on the couch. He sucks onto my already very aroused clitoris. I flinch in Bob’s lap. Bob smiles with satisfaction and strokes my breasts as if he was moulding delicate clay and occasionally squeezes my nipples strongly. I feel erotically torn between my lower and upper part of the body.

Bob backs off and Brian turns me around a bit. He puts my legs on his shoulders and penetrates me with his rock-hard dick. I complement his enthusiastic in-and-out thrusts by circling my hips in all directions. Bob is watching me with a smile and is sliding with his index finger on my lips. The feeling of his rough finger on my erected lips arouses me like almost nothing else and the ticklish feeling flows through all my body. I want him inside me as well. At least I can suck his finger into my mouth. I know this drives him crazy as well because it reminds him of oral gratification of his penis, which is again filling up with blood after a short break. I’m caressing Brian’s sculpted torso with one hand and trying to touch Bob’s beautiful cock with the other.

“No, no, no,” Bob threatens me with a smile when he notices my dilemma. “Please concentrate on yourself,” he says to me, grabs my wrists and nails them to the headrest above my head with his weight. He’s controlling me with one hand and using the other one to paint on my breasts with his not completely hard cock.

I finally catch the rhythm and I’m finally oblivious to the both of them. I surrender to my own fluctuations and a wild orgasm finally takes me away. In the last contractions of my orgasm I become aware that warm, fragrant sperm is pouring onto me on two sides.

 

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