Can a metal singer fall in love with a folksinger?
Then, I heard her moan. Then she started talking to me."
"Oh, gawd Cindy," she said. "Seeing you naked has made me so hot. My pussy is so wet thinking about you. I'm stroking my clit, wishing I could do it for you. I bet your pussy feels good. I was pinching my nipples in the shower, wishing it was you nibbling on them. My pussy juices are already oozing from my cunt."
Cindy paused at that point when Paula returned asking us if we wanted some coffee. I hadn't realized when Cindy started the story that she was going to give the detailed xxx-rated version of the story. I wasn't complaining; just surprised. I shouldn't have been all that surprised given our interaction with the other couple, as I knew that once Cindy became fixated on sex, there would be no letup until everybody was fully satiated. Even though I knew it would be okay with Joe and Paula for us to end up fucking right there, I decided to use the interruption to make the story telling more comfortable for all of us.
"Hmmmm, Cindy, why don't we reconvene this story telling at your place? We'll all be a bit more comfortable with that." I declined the coffee and asked Paula for the bill.
After he walked away, Amy piped in, "I think that is a really good idea. My pussy juices aren't just oozing. I can feel the juices slipping between my ass cheeks. But, it sounds like Joe and Paula might be disappointed if we don't give them a good show. What would excite them the most over the next five minutes?"
As I extracted the credit card from my wallet, I felt Amy's hand reinvade my crotch, feeling my woody. Our eyes met, and she smiled at me, commenting, "And I can tell that the story is having quite an effect on Dad as well. This can't be the first time you've heard this Dad? Would you like me to suck on your cock while you pay the check? I'd love to get my lips wrapped around it."
"Uh, no! It's not the first time. And I'd love to feel your lips around my cock," I answered remembering the first time they had told me the story. They had tied me up and tormented me continuously with stories until I had ejaculated without any contact applied to my cock whatsoever. But that was yet another story to eventually share with Amy. Cindy smiled at me, seeing my discomfort.
"Oh, yes, I'll tell you about that some other time, Amy," she said. "Get down on your knees and suck your Dad's cock. And make sure your legs are spread as you do so. I'm sure Joe and Paula will enjoy the view. But, whatever you do, don't let him cum yet."
Amy did as she was instructed, dropping to her knees, between my wide open thighs. Within seconds she had my hard cock out of my pants and into her mouth. I was moaning in delight within seconds. Her cock sucking skills were awesome the first time we were together, but already, I was detecting substantial improvement as she became a connoisseur of blow jobs. She quickly got me up to the brink of an orgasm, but held me there. First she would slide her lips up and down my shaft with a vice-like grip. Then she relaxed her lips, and just swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, teasing the very crown of it. After several seconds of teasing my cockhead, she slithered her tongue down my shaft to my balls, which she would then suck into her mouth and roll around with her tongue and lips. She then repeated the process, building me up to the edge, and then allowing me to ease off without losing my hardness.
This seemed to go on forever, and in the back of my mind, I suspected that Paula was intentionally taking her time to ensure a good show for Joe. After several minutes of Amy's delightful torture, Paula returned with our check. As she placed the check on our table with her left hand, she dropped her right hand to Amy's ass, and blatantly started caressing it through the pantaloons. I didn't hear Amy moan, but I did feel it as her lips vibrated around my shaft.
Paula looked me in the eye with a big grin on her face as she announced, "This young lady has a sopping wet pussy.