Vince and Elana both
I canceled on Gene again, another vague excuse about work running late into the weekend. He texted back understanding, no pushback, just “Miss that eager mouth. Soon?” I felt a twinge of guilt, but it faded fast. Elena’s pussy, soft, wet, gripping like velvet, mixed with Vince’s curved cock hitting every angle inside me had rewired something. I needed more of that specific alchemy: her taste, his stretch, the way they moved together like they’d done this forever. Gene and the crew could wait. This was my secret detour.
Elena’s house was up in the hills above Del Mar, Spanish-style, private courtyard, big windows overlooking a quiet canyon. She greeted me at the door in a silk robe that barely tied, hair loose, smelling faintly of jasmine and arousal. Vince was already there, shirtless on the living-room couch, a bottle of chilled rosé open on the coffee table. The vibe was immediate: no small talk, smiles and hands reaching.
We started on the couch. Elena untied her robe, letting it fall, full breasts, soft belly, trimmed silver curls framing pink lips already glistening. She straddled my lap, kissing me deep while grinding against my hardening cock through my jeans. Vince knelt behind her, hands spreading her cheeks, tongue lapping slow from her clit up to her ass. She moaned into my mouth, rocking back onto his face.
I stripped fast. Elena slid down, taking my cock in her mouth, warm, skilled, swirling tongue, while Vince moved to my balls, sucking gently, then licking up my shaft alongside her. Double blowjob: her lips on the head, his on the base, tongues meeting in the middle. I leaked steadily; they shared every drop.
Bedroom next, king bed, sheer curtains filtering afternoon light, ocean breeze drifting in from an open slider. Elena lay back, legs wide. “Eat me,” she said, voice husky. I dove in, tongue flat against her clit, then circling, sucking gently. Vince straddled her chest, feeding her his curved cock; she sucked him sloppy while I worked her folds. When she was dripping, I slid two fingers in, curling to her G-spot. She came fast, shuddering, flooding my mouth with sweet-salty wetness. I kept licking, slower now, savoring.
Vince lubed up a sleek black strap-on harness Elena had ready, moderate girth, realistic texture, curved slightly like his own cock. She buckled it on, looking wicked in nothing but the harness and a smile. “I want to fuck you while you fuck him,” she said. Vince lay on his back, legs up; I lubed my cock and eased into him slow, heat, grip, that perfect yield. He groaned, stroking himself.
Elena positioned behind me, pressing the strap-on against my hole. She pushed in with gradual, steady pressure until she was buried. The fullness was insane: my cock deep in Vince, her silicone cock deep in me, every thrust of hers driving mine deeper into him.
We found a rhythm, her hips snapping forward, pushing me into him, his ass clenching around me on every in-stroke. Vince reached back, fingering Elena’s clit while she fucked me; she moaned, pace quickening. I came first, prostate milked by the strap-on, cock pulsing deep inside Vince, filling him.
Elena kept thrusting through my spasms, drawing out every drop. Vince followed, shooting across his stomach; she pulled out slow, letting me feel the emptiness, then licked my cum from his hole while I caught my breath.
Last round: Elena wanted double penetration, her first time taking both at once, she said. We lubed everything generously. She got on all fours, ass presented. Vince slid into her pussy first, slow, deep, then held still while I pressed my cock against her tight back entrance.
The stretch for her was visible, breath hitching, body trembling, but she pushed back, taking me inch by inch until both cocks were buried, separated only by that thin wall. We moved carefully at first, alternating thrusts, then synced, shallow at first, then deeper. She moaned loudly, rocking between us, one hand rubbing her clit furiously.
The sensation was overwhelming: her pussy gripping my cock while Vince’s curved length rubbed against me through the membrane, every movement amplified. She came hard, whole body shaking, holes clenching rhythmically around us both, milking. That pushed Vince over; he ground deep and unloaded in her pussy. I followed seconds later, deep in her ass, pulsing hot spurts, feeling his cum leak out around my cock as we all shuddered together.
We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile, limbs tangled, breathing heavy, the room smelling of sex and ocean air. Elena kissed us both, lazy and satisfied. “That was… intense,” she murmured. “We need to do this again. Soon. Maybe bring your friends next time, if you’re ready to share.”
Vince grinned. “Or keep it our little secret a while longer.”
I left as the sun dipped low, body deliciously wrecked, ass sore from her strap-on, cock spent from filling two holes, mouth still tasting her cum-smeared pussy. Driving home, windows down, I knew I’d tell Gene eventually. But not yet. This triangle, Elena’s greedy cunt, Vince’s perfect curve, my willingness to flip, was too good to rush into the group dynamic.
The infatuation hit hard and fast. Elena wasn’t just a body to me anymore; she was the soft curve of her hips under my hands, the way her breath hitched when I licked slow circles around her clit, the taste of her when she came flooding my tongue.
After that double-penetration Sunday with Vince, I couldn’t stop thinking about having her alone. No shared cocks, no audience, no flipping roles. Just me worshipping her as she deserved, making her feel like the center of the universe, devouring every inch until she was trembling and spent. I wanted to eat my own cum out of her pussy afterward, savor the mix of us, then hold her while she came down. Make her feel like a queen.
I texted her directly, no Vince in the loop this time. “I want you alone—just us. Let me take care of you. When are you free?” She replied within minutes: “Tomorrow night. My place. 7 p.m. Bring nothing but yourself. I’ll have wine and candles waiting. Door’s unlocked.”
Tuesday evening I drove up to Del Mar, heart thumping like it was my first time. The house smelled of jasmine and vanilla when I stepped inside, candles flickering on every surface, soft jazz playing low, the canyon view dark beyond the windows.
Elena met me in the foyer wearing a sheer black negligee that clung to her full breasts and hips, nipples dark and hard beneath the lace, no panties. She kissed me slow, deep, tongue sliding against mine, then pulled back with a wicked smile. “You’re mine tonight, Dick. No rush. Make me feel everything.”
We moved to the bedroom, same big bed, sheets already turned down, pillows piled high. She lay back, robe slipping off her shoulders, legs parting slow. “Start with your mouth,” she whispered. “Devour me.”
I knelt between her thighs, hands spreading her soft folds. She was already wet—pink, swollen, glistening. I started gently: long, flat licks from her perineum up to her clit, tasting her sweetness, breathing her in. Then focused, tongue circling her clit in slow spirals, sucking lightly, flicking the tip. She moaned, hips rolling, fingers threading into my hair. I slid two fingers inside her, warm, slick, curling to her G-spot while my mouth stayed locked on her clit. She arched, thighs trembling, coming hard, pussy clenching around my fingers, a gush of wetness coating my chin. I didn’t stop; I licked slower, cleaning every drop, then moved lower.
I spread her cheeks gently, tongue tracing her tight ring, slow circles, then pressing flat, lapping at her asshole like it was dessert. She gasped, legs shaking. “Oh fuck… yes, right there…” I pushed my tongue inside, fucking her ass with it while my thumb rubbed her clit. She came again, smaller, shuddering waves, moaning my name.
I moved up her body, kissing and nibbling every inch. Her breasts were heavy, nipples dark and erect. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her hiss, then soothing with my tongue. The other got the same treatment, nibbling, tugging gently with my lips, rolling the peak between my teeth. She writhed, hands clutching my shoulders. “More… please…”
When she was panting, begging, I slid between her legs again. My cock was aching, thick, leaking pre-cum. I rubbed the head against her slick entrance, teasing, then pushed in slow. She was hot, wet, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I bottomed out, balls against her ass, and held still, kissing her deep while she adjusted. Then I fucked her, long, deep strokes at first, grinding my pubic bone against her clit on every thrust. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my back, urging me harder.
I built speed, harder, deeper, bed creaking, skin slapping. She clawed my back, moaning into my mouth. “Cum inside me… fill me up…” I couldn’t hold back. I buried deep and came, ooòthick pulses flooding her pussy, hips jerking with each spurt. She clenched around me, milking every drop, her own orgasm crashing through her again, pussy fluttering, body shaking under mine.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, kissing lazily. When I softened and slipped out, cum leaked from her, white, creamy, mixed with her wetness. I moved down, spreading her thighs again. “I want to taste us,” I murmured. She smiled, legs falling open wider.
I ate her slow, tongue scooping our combined cum from her folds, lapping it up, savoring the salty-sweet mix. I sucked gently on her clit, cleaning her thoroughly, then pushed my tongue inside to get every last drop. She moaned softly, hips rocking, fingers in my hair. “You’re making me feel like a goddess…” I kept going until she was clean, then crawled up to kiss her, letting her taste us on my tongue.
We lay tangled after, her head on my chest, my arm around her waist, candles guttering low. She traced circles on my skin. “Stay the night,” she whispered. “I want to wake up with you inside me again.”
I did. We slept spooned, my softening cock nestled against her ass. In the morning light we fucked slow, one more lazy round, me sliding into her from behind, hand between her legs rubbing her clit until we both came quiet and shuddering.
When I finally left mid-morning, she kissed me long at the door. “This doesn’t have to be the last time alone. But when you’re ready… bring Vince. Or your other friends. I’d love to see how greedy I can get with more.”
Driving home, body humming, mouth still tasting her, I knew the secret was getting harder to keep from Gene. But Elena alone? That was worth every canceled weekend.
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