#Bisexual

The weeks following the spontaneous threesome with my close friend, my girlfriend seemed unsettled, gently probing about what had transpired. I, equally uneasy, sidestepped her questions, and soon she let the matter drop. I reconnected with my friend after a few weeks, keeping our conversation light and avoiding any mention of that night. He stayed away from our place for a while. Over a month later, my girlfriend noted how strange it was that my friend hadn't swung by. I shrugged it off, suggesting his new job was keeping him busy. She proposed inviting him for a weekend at our house, and I sent the invite. That weekend came, and on Saturday afternoon, my friend arrived at our doorstep. We lounged in the backyard, trading small talk about work and local gossip, then headed to a nearby lake for a quick swim and some cold drinks. We were back home by dusk, and that wild night from weeks ago never came up. As evening settled, my girlfriend suggested we hit the town for drinks. It sounded fun, so we changed and went out. We bar-hopped through the city, sipping cocktails and laughing, the vibe growing looser with each round. I drove, so I stuck to one beer. My girlfriend, glowing from the alcohol, eventually leaned in close, her breath warm, and whispered we should head home. Back at the house, we poured some whiskey, dimmed the lights, and sprawled across the couch. Soft jazz filled the room as our chatter turned flirty - no mention of the threesome, but the air grew thick with suggestion. Abruptly, my girlfriend yawned, claiming exhaustion. She stood, sauntered over, and kissed me softly on the lips - then turned and pressed her lips to my friend's. Her eyes smoldered as she purred, "I'll be in the bedroom, waiting, " before gliding out of the room. My friend and I locked eyes, the silence heavy. We nursed our drinks for another ten minutes, then, wordlessly, made our way to the bedroom. She was waiting, draped across the bed in a barely-there lace slip, her curves visible through the delicate fabric, a black thong hugging her hips. The sight sent a jolt through me. She rose, wrapping her arms around us, her perfume intoxicating. Her lips found mine, then his, alternating in a slow, teasing rhythm. Her fingers grazed our necks, pulling us closer until our faces met, and her tongue danced between us, drawing us into a messy, three-way kiss - lips and breaths colliding, warm and urgent. Her hands slid lower, deftly unbuckling our belts, the leather snapping free. She tugged our jeans down, and we shed our shirts, standing bare before her. Her eyes roamed over us, hungry. She sank to her knees, her breath hot as she leaned toward me, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around my tip before taking me deep, her lips tight and slick. Her hand wrapped around my friend, stroking him in sync. My pulse raced as I hardened in her mouth, her moans vibrating against me. She stood, still gripping him, and pulled me into a kiss - her tongue swirling, leaving the taste of myself on my lips, sharp and intimate. She knelt again, turning to my friend, her mouth enveloping him as she pumped me with her hand, her fingers slick and firm. Rising, she kissed him, her lips glistening. Then she knelt once more, taking me again, her tongue coiling, saliva pooling as she worked me. She stood, but this time kissed my friend, their mouths locked in a deep, wet exchange. When she knelt again, I braced myself. She sucked my friend, her cheeks hollowing, then crawled to me, her lips parted, a thin trail of liquid escaping. She grabbed my neck, her grip possessive, and pressed her mouth to mine, parting her lips to flood me with his taste - salty, warm, overwhelming. She held me there, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to pull away. I swallowed, the act raw and electric, her dominance thrilling. She slipped off her thong, the lace falling to the floor, and reclined on the bed, her legs parted invitingly. I knelt by her face, guiding myself toward her lips. My friend settled between her thighs, his mouth exploring her, his tongue delving into her folds as she sighed softly. After a while, we switched. I tasted her - sweet, musky, her hips bucking slightly against my lips as I teased her clit with slow, deliberate flicks. I noticed my friend's arousal seemed inconsistent, not fully there. As I worked her, my friend joined me, our faces close, taking turns lapping at her, our breaths mingling. Her moans grew louder, her hands tangling in our hair. Soon, she gasped, pleading for more. I motioned for my friend to go first, shifting to her mouth. Her lips closed around me, warm and eager. His erection faltered, but he entered her, his movements tentative. We stayed like that briefly until she tugged at my arm, urging me to take over. I paused, lowering my mouth to her again, savoring the mix of her arousal and his presence - a heady, forbidden thrill. Her taste was intoxicating, her hips grinding against my face. She sucked him, her head bobbing rhythmically. We went on, and she demanded to switch positions. I lay back, and she straddled me, but first positioned herself on all fours, her mouth devouring me, her tongue swirling as she took me deep. My friend knelt behind her, his lips and tongue tracing her curves, lapping at her eagerly. She shifted, climbing atop me, guiding me inside her with a slow, deliberate descent. She rode me hard, her hips rolling, her breaths sharp and ragged. My friend moved behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading them as he pressed himself against her back. Their eyes burned into mine, raw and unfiltered. When I neared my limit, she slid off, collapsing beside me, her chest heaving. I parted her thighs, my tongue diving back to her, cleaning her with slow, reverent licks, her taste now mixed with mine. My friend watched, stroking himself, but his arousal remained soft. I climbed over her, entering her again, her warmth enveloping me. She pulled my friend close, her lips working him with fervent pulls. In a heated moment, she paused, grabbed my neck, and kissed me, her tongue plunging deep. Still holding me, she turned to suck him again, my face brushing her cheek, inches from his shaft. She pulled him free, kissed me fiercely, then guided his tip toward us. My lips grazed him as she urged us on, and soon I was tasting him - warm, pulsing, her hand guiding him fully into my mouth. She eased her grip, letting me pull back slightly, but her gaze held me, wild and commanding, her eyes alight with desire. My friend stepped back, positioning himself behind me, his hands spreading me as he pressed himself closer, trying to enter. His softness prevented it, and though my girlfriend's eyes gleamed with hope, it didn't happen. Days later, alone, she confessed her disappointment, her voice tinged with curiosity about what might've been. Frustrated, my friend returned to her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her hand still on my neck as I moved inside her, my climax building. Suddenly, he shuddered, his release spilling into her mouth. She pushed him aside, grabbed my neck, and pulled me into a searing kiss - his warmth flooding my mouth, mingling with her taste. The intensity pushed me over the edge, and I came hard inside her, my body trembling. When her mouth was empty, she released me. I collapsed, spent, the bed soft beneath me. My friend knelt between her legs, his tongue lapping at the mess I'd left, his movements slow and thorough. Then he crawled to me, his lips brushing my skin as he cleaned me, his tongue warm and meticulous. My girlfriend watched, propped on her elbows, her fingers circling her clit. Her eyes flicked between his actions and my face, her expression pure, unbridled lust. Exhausted, we collapsed, sleep claiming us. Morning came, and it felt surreal, like a fever dream. My friend had slipped out to the guest room we'd prepped for him. That Sunday, we were warmer than usual, sharing soft touches and easy laughter, but we didn't speak of the night. By late afternoon, my friend left, and we parted without planning his next visit, as was our habit...

This story happened a few years ago, and it's the first time I'm sharing it. I'm a 25-year-old Mexican psychologist living in the United States, and I consider myself bisexual now, but back then, I was straight. Here's how it all started: Four years ago, when I was 21, I was having some financial struggles. I had moved to another city to study, and my parents couldn't afford to support me. So, I decided to go to the United States to work for my uncle in his construction company. I had a tourist visa, and we had visited the country before for family vacations. I was there for two and a half months, working long hours and dealing with rude coworkers who made fun of me for being a student and studying psychology. To blow off some steam, I bought a mountain bike and started riding around the neighborhood. One day, I noticed an older black man working in his garden every time I passed by. He was always friendly and greeted me with a "Have a good afternoon, boy." I'd greet him back, and we'd exchange pleasantries. He seemed like a nice guy, and I didn't think much of it. One day, I was riding by his house and stopped to take a break. He walked up to me and started talking. I told him I was Mexican and didn't speak English very well. He responded in broken but understandable Spanish, "I adore Mexicans. I'm Marc. Nice to meet you." I introduced myself, and he said, "Nice name." We started talking, and he told me he loved Mexico and visited Puerto Vallarta twice a year. I told him I visited that beach at least once a year too. He asked where I lived, and I told him I was helping my uncle and lived a few streets away. He said it was nice to see young people exercising these days, and I found it strange because, in the US, people always go out to exercise, but I didn't see many young people in that area. It started to get dark, and I told him I had to go. He said he was divorced and had been for several years. I apologized for bringing it up, and he said there was no problem, that he was very happy living alone. I just smiled and told him I had to go. He said goodbye very nicely and told me he hoped to see me around again, as he liked me. I said the feeling was mutual because, after weeks of only interacting with rude and offensive people, it felt great to have a nice conversation with someone so kind. When I got home, I saw that I had several missed calls from my girlfriend. I noticed that all the calls had come in while I was talking to Marc. I thought I had only chatted with him for a moment, but when I looked at the time, I realized that an hour had passed. I thought to myself, "Well, I didn't even notice the time passing." The next day, as I was about to pass by Marc's street, I found myself thinking about whether he would be there or not. As always, he was there, and I stopped to greet him. He approached me and had something in his hands - a small backpack with a water bottle attached. He walked up to me and said, "Look what I found. I used to ride my bike a lot, and I still have all my gear." I tried to decline, but he insisted, and I blushed a bit. He laughed and asked if no one had ever given me anything before. I told him yes, but not from a man his age and with his characteristics, which made him laugh even more. He then said he had some good bikes in his backyard that needed some work, and he wanted to sell them. He invited me to check them out, and I offered to help fix them since I have a lot of knowledge about bikes. He happily accepted and invited me inside. He told me to just walk to the back, and I found myself in a beautiful, spacious house. I walked through the living room and kitchen and entered the backyard, which was also quite beautiful. I heard him shout that he would be there in a moment, and I entered a small room filled with old tools and gadgets. The bikes were indeed from a high-end brand, and I could see what was wrong with them right away. I grabbed the toolbox and got to work. After a while, Marc came in with two large beers and said, "Here's your reward for the help." I accepted the beer, and when I finished, he invited me inside to have another one. I thought it was quite friendly, and I accepted. I didn't feel any unease because he had a very friendly way of speaking. As we sat inside drinking our beers, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him I did, and he said, "Of course you do, you're a very handsome young man." I felt a bit embarrassed and just thanked him for the compliment. He kept complimenting me, saying, "That girl is very lucky, " and I asked him why he said that. He replied, "Well, you're a very responsible and good-looking young man. Who wouldn't want that these days? " I started telling him about some problems I was having with my girlfriend, as she was quite jealous and insecure, always accusing me of being a jerk, which was never true. I wanted Marc, with his years of experience, to give me some advice. He just said he never understood women. He then got up and asked if I wanted something to eat, but I told him not to bother, as it was getting late and I had to go. He said not to worry, that it was still early, and he went to the kitchen counter to grab some snacks. I stood up, looking around his kitchen, admiring the paintings on the walls, and in my distraction, I placed my beer glass on the edge of the counter. It tipped over and spilled beer all over Marc. I felt so bad because I had soaked his stomach and the front of his pants. The counter was quite high, and the beer had spilled all over him. I quickly grabbed a nearby napkin and tried to wipe him off, feeling very embarrassed. He took me by the shoulders and moved me aside, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry about it, it's fine." He then started taking off his clothes, and I stood there frozen, watching him. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his underwear. I couldn't help but look at his body, from his chest with a bit of hair and some gray, to his slightly sagging chest, and down to his underwear. It wasn't a boxer or brief, but a tight, black compression short that left nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of his entire genital area, and it was quite large. I was petrified and couldn't say anything. I just stood there, staring at him. He then shook his clothes and said, "If you don't mind, I'll stay like this." He sat down on his couch, and I just stood there, still unable to move. I had had two beers, but I was still conscious. He then said, "Take a seat, don't be scared. We're men, it's fine." I did as he said and sat down on the big couch, while he sat on the single armchair. He still had a bit of beer left, so he finished it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Do you want to know why I don't have a wife anymore? " I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded my head. In my mind, I kept thinking, "Why am I still in this house? " But another part of me felt a rush of adrenaline sitting on that couch. He then started telling me a story about his ex-wife, and I remember it clearly because it left me shocked for a moment. "About 20 years ago, I separated from my wife, and the reason was a boy like you, " he said. I was stunned, but a part of me wanted to hear the story. He told me, "You see, I used to work at a sports academy, and I was very good at playing basketball. Along with another teacher named James, we trained young men between 20 and 30 years old. James was like me, just a bit younger and also black. The job was pretty good, and I noticed that many young men were quite fond of James. I thought it was because of his teaching attitude and willpower. One day, I was on my way home on my bike and realized I had forgotten my house keys, so I had to go back to the academy. I rushed back because I didn't want to find everything closed, but when I got there, I saw that one of the doors was still open. I was looking for my keys and heard a noise coming from the room where we kept all the sports equipment and balls. The door was slightly open, and when I peeked inside, I was amazed. There was James with one of the students, a young, white, and slim guy like you, but a bit taller, around 23 years old. I saw them lying on one of the mats, and James was having sex with the student in the doggy style position. I couldn't look away and must admit that it turned me on quite a bit to see the size difference between them and how James was pounding the young man. I masturbated right then and there and came pretty quickly. I then grabbed my keys and left the academy immediately, heading home. When I got home, my heart was racing, and my dick was still hard even after I had come. My wife asked me if something was wrong, but I told her nothing was happening. I went straight to the bathroom and masturbated again, and it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. That night, in bed with my wife, we tried to have sex, but I couldn't get an erection. I felt bad, but my wife told me it would be okay for another time. Days and weeks passed, and even though I tried to have sex with my wife, I couldn't. My mind was always filled with images of the young man from the academy and James. Eventually, things with my wife ended badly because of our lack of intimacy, and she asked for a divorce. It all happened quite quickly. Some time later, I approached the young man who had been haunting my fantasies. He was attractive, and I told him I knew about what had happened between him and Professor James. He begged me not to tell anyone and, taking advantage of that, I told him that if he didn't want me to say anything, he should do the same thing for me that he did for James. He agreed and came to my house. I was nervous, but the experience of seeing his body twist in pain while I fucked him hard became my personal fetish. Over time, I wanted to try it with older or men of my age, but it wasn't the same. What really turned me on was putting my large body on young, attractive, slim, and white guys like you, and over the years, I've perfected my approach to get young men like you to end up on this couch where you're sitting, even if they're straight at first, they always end up loving what I do to them." At that moment, he stood up, and I saw that he had a hard-on inside his compression shorts. He walked up to me, and since I was still sitting, he took my face in his large hand and moved it up to look him in the eyes. He changed his tone of voice and said, "I can feel that you want it, boy." He took my hand and put it inside his compression shorts, and I could feel his dick and balls with my hand. I was still in shock and couldn't move or say anything, but I could feel a sticky liquid on the tip of his dick. Just as I was about to react, I quickly pulled my hand out of his shorts and said I had to go. He said, "See you tomorrow, boy, " with a confident tone, as if I would definitely come back. I grabbed my bike and left quickly, my heart still racing. When I got home, I found that I had an erection, and it wouldn't go away. I went to bed, but all I could see when I closed my eyes was Marc's body in those black compression shorts. The only thing I could do was masturbate, and I came so much that I had to use a couple of socks to clean everything up. The next day, I didn't go to work. It was Sunday, and my uncle was going out to a restaurant and invited me to join him, but I preferred to stay home. All day, I thought about what had happened. A part of me felt guilty - why had I gotten excited by a man like that? Why didn't I leave his house? Was I gay? I spent the whole morning questioning my life based on that moment. I knew I had to talk to someone about it, so I called my therapist. I told her everything that had happened, and she listened carefully. She said she was glad I trusted her enough to share this with her. She told me it was okay to have feelings and that it didn't make me gay or bisexual just because I had an attraction to a man in that moment. She said it was important to explore my feelings and not to judge myself. After talking to her, I felt much better. I realized that I was still straight, but I had had an experience that had made me question my sexuality. I decided to take some time to think about it and not to rush into any conclusions. In the end, I never went back to Marc's house, but I never forgot about that day. It was a confusing and intense experience, but it also helped me understand myself better and accept my feelings. I'm still straight, but I'm more open to the idea that attraction can happen between people of the same sex, and it doesn't make me any less of a man.

It's New Year's Eve, the company is having a corporate party today, everyone is standing on their ears, getting dressed up, and my friend Victoria and I are alone in the back room, but not for that. Victoria is 23 years old, super figure, the truth is that her breasts are a little small, but everything else causes men to get a boner, however, and women too, I adore her young, fresh body, and she does not refuse my caresses and answers me the same. On the holiday she wore a black dress, very light and short, and under it nothing but a thong, and to highlight her nipples we had sex in the back room, she had a couple of times managed to swim from my caresses, so the thongs are gone, it flowed from her, my fingers made friction in her and I massaged her cervix, and when I found and caressed the point gi she flew to another planet but then I heard some rustling, I turned around and saw the courier, a very young guy about 19 years old, he was standing crimson and jerking his cock furiously, obviously wanting to shove it into Victoria's open rose, but I couldn't let him do that, he could get my girlfriend pregnant, so I pulled up my skirt and made a permissive gesture inviting him to enter me. His cock entered me without any resistance and after a couple of minutes I felt him filling my pussy with cum, and there was a lot of it, and I felt it running down my thigh, and oh god, his cock didn't even think about falling, it entered me deeper and deeper, I started to cum, the walls of my vagina began to involuntarily contract, I felt that it hurt a little, but the strokes only became more frequent and I started to cum again, jamming into the beautiful, sweet cunt of my stunned girlfriend. The guy groaned and poured a big load of his young cum into me. A good start to the evening, I thought. After getting cleaned up and kicking the guy out, we went out into the hall, seeing Victoria and me, everyone was quiet, admiring our sexy bodies, Victoria's nipples sticking out through the thin material of her dress, my big breasts poking out from under the sexy outfit, the evening had begun. We were surrounded by men, offering us a drink on a brouderchaff, it was good that I had time to put in Victoria's purse, a pack of condoms, I did not want my girl to get pregnant from any of my colleagues. Everyone got drunk quickly, before I could offer little resistance the man I was paying attention to dragged me into the bathroom and his fingers were in my already wet pussy and he tore my panties and started to fuck me in the rack, I jumped off his cock and took it in my mouth, barely putting his huge cock in, it was not comfortable and I put my boobs out and let the cock between my tits, admiring this huge, red cock. He put me on his huge cock, we sucked together, his piston entered deeper and deeper, I was cumming over and over, my cunt began to slurp, accepting this huge piston, in my ear I had already allowed him to drain into me, but I wanted it longer and he felt it and slowed down the pace of coitus, and sitting on his cock I started to thrust and felt him involuntarily pouring his cum into me, it poured right into my uterus, there was a lot of it and I cummed again. Back in the banquet hall without panties, I noticed that the young man who I gave the first, sitting across from me and eating my swollen from fucking gudi eyes, I lifted my skirt higher and spread my legs wide for him to enjoy the sight and honored that my thighs are flowing cum, the previous partner, the guy lost his head, it was already midnight and I decided to go home, where my husband was waiting for me. I staggered out of the hall, put on my fur coat and went to the exit, this guy came up and asked me to accompany him. We got into a cab, during the ride he spread me out on the back seat and in a few shakes poured another portion of cum, I was tired and therefore did not enjoy it. When I got home I didn't wash my face and went to bed, my husband woke up and put his finger in my pussy, he understood everything, his finger was covered in cum, he put his smelling dick on me and started to fuck me, he spread his cock wide apart, when he finished he came long and long into me and turned away and fell asleep.

I am a middle-aged man, good looking and with some gray hair that they say I favor me a lot, almost a year ago I had a heart attack and the doctor recommended me to be always alert and if I noticed discomfort do not hesitate to go to the medical center, cardiac issues can become very serious. I was driving along a secondary road in my province, I am a traveling salesman and I am used to visit many customers in small towns which are accessed by secondary roads and little traveled. It was very hot and after driving for a while I noticed a slight lightheadedness, I stopped on the shoulder, in the shade of some trees I opened the car doors and let me get some air, after a while I was still dizzy as before so I thought about asking for help, no one was passing by on the road and I decided to call by cell phone to the red cross road, I explained my situation and they told me that they would arrive in half an hour. After twenty-five minutes the ambulance arrived, I was waiting for them sitting outside the car, I had taken off my shirt to be cooler. They stopped next to my car, two guys and a woman got out, she was the doctor, they approached me and after asking me how I was they did a little examination, it was nothing more than the effect of the heat. I noticed that the two boys were very young, I asked the doctor and she told me that they were volunteers, Jorge was 19 years old and was the driver and Pedro was 18 years old and he was a trainee. They were handsome, and for many years I have not minded having sex with boys or girls, I like the good things of both sexes. The doctor was also very nice, she was only wearing a short white gown, the heat made her wear only a pair of panties and let her nipples show through the gown. They didn't seem to be in a hurry, while Ana finished taking my blood pressure, she explained to me that they were from a small clinic in the nearby town and that they didn't usually have many services, I looked at her cleavage and my cock began to take shape, she herself unbuttoned my pants to make me more comfortable, I was stretched out on the stretcher inside the ambulance and almost inevitably her hand brushed my package, my cock gave a jump and being stretched there I could not hide my erection in any way, watch as she looked at the bulge that had formed under the pants with dissimulation, but her nipples were giving her away, I noticed how they hardened under the gown. My hand hung next to the stretcher, a few centimeters from her thighs, I stretched it until I brushed them absentmindedly and waited for her reaction, she did not move her legs away, I even had the feeling that she was getting closer so that my hand could reach her crotch, almost imperceptibly in a few seconds my fingers were already brushing her panties. We looked at each other without saying anything, I was caressing her pussy over the small thong that covered it without any reserve, Ana sat up and unzipping my pants began to caress my cock over my panties, My hand was already caressing her body shamelessly while with the other one she was already unbuttoning the robe and leaving her beautiful tits in the air, she released my cock and began to masturbate me and caress my chest, finally she bent down and introduced my cock in her mouth, she began to suck and lick with frenzy. There is no doubt that my fingers were causing havoc between her legs, her moans although drowned out by my cock alarmed the two boys who were outside, they entered the ambulance at the same time and saw the spectacle of Ana sucking my cock and my hands between her legs and tits, with the thong on her knees and that magnificent ass in pomp facing them, it didn't take them long to react. In a moment they were both with their pants around their ankles and massaging their cocks to participate in the party, Jorge, the older one, began to rub his cock on Ana's little ass, who had not yet noticed the presence of the boys, she raised her head in surprise, For a moment it seemed that she did not like the participation of more males, I realized it and immediately grabbed her by the head and I returned to tie her to the cock, a moment that Jorge took advantage of to put his cock in her pussy with a single thrust, it entered easily because it was so wet. And he began to fuck her hard, grabbing her by the hips and driving his cock all the way in, making her scream with pleasure while he lifted one leg and leaned it on the stretcher to better feel Jorge's piece of meat. While Pedro had approached the other side of the stretcher and was rubbing and kissing Ana's tits, now completely naked, she had grabbed the roof of the ambulance while I was rubbing her clitoris at the same time that Jorge's cock was going in and out, With each thrust of the boy my hand touched his balls without bothering him, on the contrary, Pedro, who in order to reach Ana's tits had kneeled on the stretcher and now I was semi incorporated and had his beautiful cock a few centimeters away from my face. I couldn't resist to take it in my hand and start jerking him off, by the look on his face he was liking it, so I decided to put it in my mouth and started a great blowjob, he with his mouth on Ana's nipples and moving his hips frantically it didn't take him long to cum and fill my mouth with his hot and young milk, I could not swallow it and when it came out of my lips it was immediately picked up by Ana who took it between sighs provoked by Jorge's cock, I sat on the edge of the stretcher and brought her closer to me, freeing her from the cock that was taking her, Freeing her from the cock that was holding her, I lifted her up and keeping her leg raised I thrust it all the way in, she immediately noticed the difference in size since mine was thicker and somewhat longer than Jorge's, she let out a sharp scream when she felt my balls indicating that it had all entered, she jumped up and down while Jorge's cock began to try to make its way through the narrow anal orifice, it seemed that it did not enter so I began to work her orifice with my fingers. I put first one and then another until I had four inside her while she was moving, nailed to my cock, she screamed and asked to be fucked by all of us, when I considered it I took Jorge's cock and after caressing it a little I guided it to the entrance, he let me do it and when I told him to start pushing, I noticed how he was entering inside her while I caressed his balls, he put it all in, Ana screamed that we were going to break her in two and that we should not stop. Ana had already had several orgasms and her legs were sliding their flows, Pedro got underneath and was licking them passing his tongue through all the corners of the crotch, including the eggs of the two of us who were fucking her, his tongue even ran along the trunk of the cock that in the movements of entry and exit remained outside. Suddenly at the same time we both accelerated the rhythm and cum, we flooded Ana's orifices and the inside of her with our cum, Ana got out exhausted and lay down on the stretcher while Pedro, who was still on his knees on the floor, with his mouth open and full of cum and semen resulting from the fucking, I grabbed him by the head and pushed him to Jorge's cock and put it in his mouth, He began to suck it and I realized that it was not the first time, by Jorge's face he was doing it very well, my cock was recovering, I lifted him up and began to run my fingers and tongue through his virgin ass, I could hear him moaning, he was enjoying my massages with madness and he was using his head backwards with Jorge's cock, who was enjoying Pedro's mouth very much. I sat up and without thinking twice I started to put my cock in that beautiful ass, at first Pedro was opening his buttocks until the head of my cock entered, he leaned on the stretcher with Jorge's dick in his mouth and was ready to receive all the meat of my cock inside him. I went in gently, stopping, going back, pushing again until I entered all of him, I did not even move, he only impaled himself noticing how his inside swallowed my cock completely. Ana, next to us, ran her hands through the three bodies, sat on the floor and began to suck Pedro's cock while he caressed her clitoris with his hand, finally it was a general explosion. I cum inside Pedro's ass while he released his milk in Ana's mouth and received Jorge's in his, not stopping to masturbate Ana and making her cum at that moment too. The four of us sat on the floor, as if we were dozing, and for a few minutes silence took over the place, contrasting with the noise of a few minutes before. Suddenly we were startled by the radio of the ambulance, an emergency call called for them, we all got down and got dressed. Jorge and Ana would go to attend the emergency, Pedro asked me to take him to the town because he had to be at home for a while, his shift had ended more than half an hour ago, of course I said yes. The ambulance left, we were alone, we got into the car and I went out to the road, Pedro said to me: -Do you invite me to eat? -Sure, but don't you have to go home? -Yes, but if you invite me I don't have to come back until nine o'clock at night, and if you're not in a hurry I'd like to come again, I don't have many opportunities in town. -Let's have lunch then, anyway, I don't think Jorge will mind having lunch with you when I'm gone. -I hope not... That afternoon was perfect.