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Jam Session
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_ by: Hai Truong & Andrew Truong _
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_ Special thanx to: Walks-by-Night, The Unknown, Mr. Spock, _
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[<Disclaimer>]
This material is for ADULTS ONLY (age 19 or older) I CANNOT
be held responsable for this material falling into the "WRONG HANDS"
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I'd like to relate an experience my two roommates and I had last week.
All three of us are still trying to catch our breath from the eventful evening
I am about to tell you about. Steve, Malcolm, and I attend a music college up
here in Canada. Having just finished a jazz-band rehearsal late on Thursday
afternoon, we were packing up our instruments when Steve noticed a couple of
dancers rehearsing in a nearby studio. Always being heading the short distance
home. In the car, Malcolm and Sheryl were in the front, and Cindy was nestled
comfortably between Steve and myself in the back.
Once home, Steve fixed drinks while Malcolm brought out some Thai
weed. I found myself happily enough on the love seat with my arm around Cindy,
facing Sheryl and Malcolm on the couch. We passed a couple of joints around
and this, along with the drinks, soon had us laughing and chatting like old
school chums.
"What instrument do you play?" Cindy asked me. But before I could tell
her that I play bass, Steve interjected, "Hopefully, someone else will play
this instrument tonight!" The ice was broken.
I pulled Cindy's mouth to mine, and we engaged in a passionate kiss.
Her hand wandered to the bulge in my jeans, and she began massaging my crotch.
I reached out for her small but firm breasts, but she was already kissing her
way down my chest toward finer treasures. I watched in disbelief as she undid
my jeans right there in front of my two best friends. I half-expected the
others to be staring at us, but when I looked up, I saw Sheryl straddling
Malcolm's legs with her skirt bunched up around her waist-she wasn't wearing
any panties! But there was Steve?
He was behind Cindy, rubbing her pussy through her tight jeans. I
watched in ecstasy as she pulled my cock out from my unbuttoned fly and
wrapped one hand around it. She began pumping with one hand and licking
the head with her tongue. Her other hand pulled back the foreskin, and her
red lips encircled the large swollen purple helmet.
By now, Malcolm had Sheryl lying back on the couch, and was having a
feast. I watched as she held his head of hair in her hands and pushed her
pelvis against his face. The combination of seeing two people in such ecstasy
and the sensation of Cindy's head bobbing in my lap began to make me feel
dizzy. I knew I was going to come soon, but I wanted it to last much longer.
It took all of my concentration to push Cindy's head back and pull out of her
mouth.
This gave Steve the time he needed to pull Cindy's sweater off,
letting her boobs dangle free (she wasn't wearing a bra). I stood up and
ripped my clothes off as Cindy unbuttoned her jeans, leaving only her drenched
panties on. We engaged in another long passionate kiss, and I felt my cock
getting squeezed against her tummy. Steve and I then pulled the love seat down
into a futon and Cindy lay back on it.
"I want you, "she breathed, and I lay down on top of her, my cock
pushing her panties into her slit. She reached down and pulled the crotch of
her panties to one side. "Eat me, "she pleaded. I knew she was mine, and
wanting to withhold my own orgasm, I readily obliged. I slid down her legs
until I was level with the object of my desire. I pulled her panties back up
and began rubbing her through the fabric. She moaned and squirmed in
pleasure. I looked up to see her guiding Steve's hand to her soft tits. After
a few minutes of intense oral sex, Cindy was bucking against my face. Steve
had, during this time, shoved his cock into her mouth and was pumping for all
he was worth. Cindy was very wet, and I rubbed her clit between my fingers
while I plunged my tongue deep within her pussy. At this time, I noticed that
Sheryl was literally screaming from the other side of the room.
"Stick it up inside me! Fuck me! Hard, Malcolm! Fuck my cunt!"
Cindy was bucking furiously in orgasmic delight, and Steve was
grunting as he let it go in her mouth. Now it was my turn! I let Cindy recover
for a bit while Steve fell asleep next to the futon. I turned and watched
Malcolm ramming his rod into Sheryl's hole. She was still on top of him,
facing away, so I got a perfect view of him thrusting deep into her love box.
She was bouncing up and down, yelling, "Oh, Malcolm, Fuck me hard! Stick it
up me! Oh, honey! Inside, baby! Deeper! Deeper! Fuck me!" Malcolm grabbed
Sheryl's waist and held her tight as he shot his hot come up inside her. He
arched his back and brought the two of them off the couch, yelling in ecstasy.
Now I turned back to Cindy, who was just recovering from her intense
orgasm. Steve's come was dribbling out her mouth, and she wiped it off with
the back of her arm. She sat up and noticed my own massive erection. "Ooh,
baby, "she said, "all that and you're still hard and horny!" I asked her to
get down on all fours and she eagerly did so. I got behind her on my knees and
rubbed the top of my shaft on the wet fur between her legs. She told me she
was ready, and I slowly slid the head of my dick inside her warm, damp hole.
It was a tight fit and she let out a small moan, but I took it easy and soon
she had me to the hilt.
I pulled out slowly and pushed in again, increasing the tempo
gradually. She would push back on as I pushed in, and started feeling my
sliding in and out with one of her hands. She traced a fingernail along the
bottom of my shaft and tickled my balls, I noticed her lovely dancer's legs
were curling up behind me, and her ankles brushed my butt. The rhythm was
increasing, and I found that she seemed to like me to push up as well. With
her ass high in the air, I began to pump furiously, "Talk to me like Sheryl,
"I gasped. I could barely speak, but I wanted that extra stimulus.
"Do it, baby!" she begged, "I want it all!" I fucked her hard for all
I was worth. "Aah, yes! Yes! Come inside me, baby!" I did.
Cindy banged against me like an animal while I pumped blob after blob
deep inside her. I shuddered in an utterly intense orgasm. I collapsed
backward and fell out of her.
When I woke up, the girls had gone, and Steve and Malcolm were leaving
for school, "Hurry up, shithead! "Steve called. "There's some dancers waiting
after jazz band, and they're bringing a friend!" But that's another story.
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