Valentine’s Day snowstorm leads to second chance

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She leaned in, flicking her tongue along the underside of Mark’s cock. Trevor pulled back and the spongy, circumcised head floated free in front of her. Light, wispy tendrils of Trevor’s saliva swayed from the throbbing pole and she sucked them in greedily, delighting in her first taste of both men. She stared into Trevor’s eyes, taking the thick cock into her mouth, letting it glide over her tongue and nestle in her throat. She held it there for a few moments, squeezing it with her throat muscles, and then she let it slip out until only the head remained surrounded by her lips.

She tightened her grip in Trevor’s hair and pulled him towards her. For a few seconds, he resisted her and she saw an odd expression on his face. At first she took it for jealousy, but then she realized that there was an implicit challenge in it as well. The look said, “He’s mine, little girl, and you’ll never please him like I can”. With his dick leaking pre-come all over her lips and tongue, she wondered briefly if Mark felt the same way. But that wasn’t her goal. She had no desire to possess either man. This was pure enjoyment.

Finally, Trevor smiled, opened his mouth, and the two of them were sharing Mark’s dick. And at last she felt his luxuriant tongue on her skin and over her lips and mouth, simultaneously licking Mark’s pulsating member and slathering her with kisses. She moaned, answering him with her own tongue, her juices seeping, slick and shiny, coating the inside of her thighs.

Melanie became caught up in sensation, lost in the delirious ménage of man, woman, and flesh, convinced that nothing could make this moment any better. And then Mark groaned.

“Oh, God! I’m going to come!”

She felt Trevor’s hand on the back of her neck, his fingers slipping through her dark, lustrous hair. She stared into his eyes, those hazel eyes with flecks of green and gold swirling around each other like falling leaves. And she saw once again in them that mixture of envy and defiance. She had a small epiphany then, knowledge and understanding simultaneously blossoming fully-grown in her mind. But she had no time to ponder it.

Mark’s breathing was labored and his movements were growing more and more erratic. In a few seconds, his jism would come raging out, spilling over her lips and tongue, covering her face, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen. She wanted to see it, smell it, taste it; she wanted to feel the hot globules splashing against her skin. And at this moment, most of all, she wanted to share it with the man in front of her.

Mark cried out and the first gooey jet sprayed between her and Trevor, covering her lips and Trevor’s moustache. She covered Mark’s slit with her mouth and the second ropey spurt washed over her teeth and tongue. She pulled back and Trevor managed to catch most of the third blast in his mouth, with some of it staining his cheek. Then the two of them were together again, their mouths forming a moist grotto to receive the steady flow of hot come erupting from Mark’s cock.

Again and again, the thick shaft slid between their joined lips, the semen cascading like a waterfall over their tongues, until at last, the flood began to subside. Then it was just she and Trevor, sharing the spoils, dividing up the syrupy bounty that Mark had bequeathed them. Their tongues plunged in and out of their open mouths, strands of come dangling, dripping, dropping to their skin to wait patiently to be scooped up. Her lips engulfed Trevor’s moustache, sucking the bristles dry.

Through it all, her clit had been filling with blood, her pussy lips bloated and saturated, crying for release. She reached down and stroked Trevor’s fat dick; it felt like a steel rod, coated and slick with pre-come. He needed release, too; needed it as desperately as she. And there was only one way for both of them to get it.

Melanie pushed Trevor back until he was lying on the floor. He stretched out, getting comfortable, and as she climbed on top of him she marveled at his cock; how chiseled and marbled it looked, as though a master sculptor had carved it. She straddled his waist and grasped his shaft, pointing the mushroom head between her sodden lips.

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