Scene from a fourth of July foursome

Fingers tugging on the sac, Jen made love to the erection. The heat of her kisses blanketed the penis. The spittle that reflected the lamplight made my dark skin gleam.

As Jen sucked me, I watched Amy next to us, sucking Diego. She slavered over his prick. Though Amy had the hand span of a pianist, her fingers looked small on his penis. The grip of one hand couldn't squeeze around his girth. Her mouth accommodated no more than the glans.

"Here. Try this," Diego said.

He lay on the carpet supine and brought his knees up and apart for Amy, who positioned herself between them. The new angle helped her catch the trick of it, and she went halfway down the shaft, her hands masturbating the rest of him.

Hunched over Diego and giving herself orally to his pleasure, Amy looked inviting. I tilted Jen's head away from me and rose from the couch. "Follow," I told her. Moving to Amy's rear, I raised her to her knees and entered from behind. Amy squeaked at the sudden intrusion of my cock in her vagina. The words she spoke were lost, however; she mumbled them around the shaft in her mouth.

I fucked Amy for a few seconds, then presented the penis to Jen for suck. Her cheeks ballooned and collapsed, the tongue sliding along the underside of the shaft, her pursed lips applying pressure near the base. As Jen sucked the taste of Amy from my skin, the slickness of pussy coated her chin, combining with the saliva already present. So it went, my cock alternating between cunt and mouth. Each time, I allowed Jen to suck me longer and buried myself deeper within her throat.

"Let me fuck you," said Diego to Amy.

"Throw me a condom, too," I said as she rummaged through her bag.

The black square packet proved impossible for me to open. I bit at it with my teeth and succeeded only in tearing away a piece of the border at one corner.

"Give it here," said Jen. Her nails made quick work of the wrapper, and she rolled the condom on.

As with Amy, I entered Jen doggy fashion. I took her in long, steady, metronomic strokes. When I hit bottom, I spun my palms on her buttocks and pressed my weight down on her from above. She thrust herself back at me from underneath, which set her breasts to wobbling.

The distinctive pleasures of two cunts and a mouth disposed me to orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut and listed the primes to keep from coming.

When I opened, I glanced at Amy and Diego. He was still on his back. Amy sat on top. She faced away from Diego, but was supported by his hands on her hips. The entrance to her pussy stretched wide to admit the cock inside. Amy torqued her pelvis in a circle as though she were dancing. The muscles in her thighs stood in relief as she squatted and lifted from his prick.

Apparently, Diego was nearer to the precipice than I was. When he informed Amy that he was going to come, she scrabbled off of him. "In my mouth," she said. "I want to taste." Dragging the condom off, she used her left hand to hold the cock upright and latched her lips on to his tip. The semen filled her mouth to overflowing and dribbled over her clutching fingers, and still she sucked. Her wedding ring caught the light.

I had buried myself to the balls in Jen and stopped moving in order to watch them finish.

"Fuck me," Jen said, craning her head backward. She captured my lips in a kiss. The muscles of her cunt tightened on the sides of my shaft. I went back to counting primes.

I lasted five more minutes, and when I came, we had shifted positions so that I was lying on top of her.

As I recovered my breath in post-coital splendor, I noticed Amy and Diego spooned together. They were lost in wet kisses. I smiled and set to work licking Jen's pussy so that she too would come.