As they began to explore Brook’s body, I noticed that they were much gentler than I usually was. At first, Brook seemed a little irritated that they weren’t giving her enough stimulation. Then she began to moan. The cumulative effect of their light caresses, feather kisses, and teasing scratches had slowly brought my girlfriend to the boiling point.
Finally, she’d had enough.
“The teasing is killing me,” Brook complained.
It was almost the exact same thing Suzanne had said when she volunteered to by my crash-test dummy for my sexual education. Cindy had shown me how to build my partner’s pleasure, to make them squirm and whimper in anticipation. The sexual beast wanted to leap onto the bed and take Brook right then. Cindy gave me a little head shake to hold me off.
I think Cindy realized that I was about to say to hell with it and do as I please. It was like Duke sometimes when I put a treat on his nose and made him wait. I completely understood my hound’s frustration when I saw Brook right there in front of me with her need so clearly etched on her face.
“Suzanne, distract our boy,” Cindy ordered.
Suzanne climbed off the bed and turned around so she too could watch Cindy pleasure Brook. I gently urged Suzanne to rise up and then settled her back down to impale her on my aching rod. Suzanne’s sex was like a molten vise as she sank down on me, and I don’t think was possible for me to be harder. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed gently. Her nipples seemed to be a close second to my member on the diamond-hardness scale.
Cindy was an evil little minx. She kept teasing Brook right to the brink, and then would stop just as she was about to reach her release. Meanwhile, Suzanne had achieved two orgasms while riding my member.
Finally, Brook had had enough.
“David!” she barked.
Suzanne chuckled as she got off of me to allow me to satisfy my girlfriend’s cry of need. With no preliminaries, I went straight to pound town. That seemed to be exactly what we both needed.
From that point, all I remembered was a kaleidoscope of images. I particularly loved to watch Brook and Cindy sixty-nining while I softly stroked Suzanne, who was looking on enviously. That morphed into Suzanne suckling me while being pleasured by Cindy. Suzanne would occasionally pull her mouth off Mr. Happy to babble out her obsessive need to cum, only to be thwarted by Cindy.
After Cindy deemed that her friend was sufficiently warmed up, she let me loose on her. I don’t think I would ever forget taking Suzanne every possible way.
When Suzanne’s orgasmic convulsions finally ceased, she collapsed. She was drained of energy, spent probably for the next couple of days. Brook wasn’t in much better shape. She looked dazed, but couldn’t keep a delighted, idiotic grin off her face. Finally, it was time to spend time with Cindy.
“Thank you for today,” I said.
“You know me, I love this. I shared with Brook some of the stuff that the three of us used to get up to, and she decided she wanted to play,” Cindy revealed.
I chuckled because Brook had told me that she was a big girl and could handle the pressure from my friends. It seemed Cindy had tried a different approach and breached her barriers. Not that I was complaining.
She grasped my now limp member.
“Do you think you can go again?” Cindy asked.
Heck, yes, I could. Teenage boys were remarkable in that regard. It didn’t take long for us to get reacquainted.
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Eventually, everyone woke up, and we got ourselves presentable. Brook, Cindy, and Suzanne had to go home and do family stuff. Brook and her family were coming to Thanksgiving with us, so I would see her tomorrow.
I was a bit worried about whether Suzanne would be able to get it together before seeing her parents. She and I had gone at it pretty hard.
Cindy pulled me aside.
“What happened today was good for you and Brook. She needed to be convinced that the two of you could have fun and be fine afterward. I predict that this isn’t the last sexy group thing the two of you do now.”
With that reassurance, I stepped back inside and let them go on their way.
Before Mom and Dad got home, I received a text from Tami requesting I jump onto video chat.
“I need to add two more to the guest list for tomorrow,” she said before I even had a chance to say hello.
“Let me guess. You’re replacing Tim with two random guys you met this afternoon.”
“No. I’ve invited my brothers.”
“Oh,” I said, a little stunned.
I felt horrible because I hadn’t followed up when she told me she planned to meet them. It sounded like their meeting had gone well if she was having Thanksgiving with them.
“So, is it okay?” she asked.
“Of course it is. What about their mom and your dad? Do they want to come too?” I asked.
“No. I think this is about all my mom is willing to handle.”
I could see that.
“Fair warning,” Tami said. “My brothers are huge Stryker fans. They told me you made the right call on not taking the
