Al tapped me on the shoulder. “Over here,” he said.
“Sorry,” I tried to say, and I started sucking him toward my throat.
Deedee stopped eating Tammy long enough to suggest, “Try playing with his balls. He loves that.”
Not letting go of him, I cupped his balls and moved them from side to side. “Oh, shit!” he yelled.
“Told you,” Deedee said. “He’s gonna come.” She resumed licking circles around Tammy’s pussy lips.
Tammy told me, “We only said you have to eat us. You don’t have to swallow.”
In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I backed up so Al’s cock was just about halfway in and halfway out. I opened my mouth and held it up under my cock. When I was a teenager, I swallowed my own cum once, like most boys. Once in college, I’d eaten a girl’s pussy after my friend fucked her. But this was the first time I’d swallowed cum that wasn’t mine and didn’t directly involve a woman. “Yeah, take it, Mike.” That got me excited, and I closed my mouth and sucked his cum like I was trying to save him from snakebite. I was actually thinking of that image at the time, and I did what you’re supposed to do. Instead of swallowing, I just let it form a pool on my tongue. I opened my mouth for everyone to see, and they applauded!
Fresh from coming onto Deedee’s tongue, Tammy crawled over to me and we shared an open-mouth kiss for Al and Deedee’s enjoyment. My dick was pointing straight ahead when she got to me, but when she pulled me close, it got pushed down between her legs. She moved her hips from side to side, teasing me. When my cock head had just made contact with her cunt, she pulled back, broke the kiss and said, “Good job, Mike.”
Behind us, Deedee was sitting on Al’s lap and apparently teasing him in much the same way. “C’mon, babe, let me in,” he pleaded.
“Back to the game,” Deedee said.
Either they felt sorry for me, or we all forgot whose turn it was, because they let me answer the next question. The question was which rock star was on the poster in the teenage girl’s room, and I easily remembered that it was John Mayer. I was too drunk to pretend to contain myself when I answered, and everyone waited to hear what I was going to tell Al or Tammy to do. I looked at Tammy and asked, “Who’s up for an ass-fucking?”
Tammy looked away at Al. He looked back at her. “You’re the one who wanted to cross that bridge,” she said. I was briefly shocked. It was one thing to think that my wife had wanted to watch me suck my friend off; it was quite another to realize that it was my friend who wanted it! Al rolled his eyes and got on all fours.
I moved up behind him and lined my cock up in the cleft over his ass cheeks. “Come on,” I told him. “You expect Deedee to do it, and enjoy it, too!” He sighed and separated his legs a little. I pushed my cockhead at his opening a little, to no avail. “I guess you’re not ready yet,” I said. I looked at Tammy and told her, “You’re his teammate. Get him ready.” I backed away and sat back to enjoy the view while my wife paid loving attention to my best friend’s asshole with her tongue.
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