Save the Last Dance

Norman didn't bother taking his shirt off, he just wriggled out of his pants, and pulled off his underwear. His cock wasn't erect yet, although it was starting to grow. She lifted her head, pulled one of her tits up toward her mouth, and licked her nipple with the tip of her tongue. There, that should help. It looked like it did, as she saw Norman's cock noticeably increase in size and hardness.

He climbed onto the bed, and straddled her, his balls rubbing on her stomach as he slid his now-hard cock into the tunnel she was making with her breasts. He reached down and gave them a squeeze.

"Damn, these are some big knockers you got, bitch."

He started thrusting back and forth between her breasts, and she said, "You want some lubrication?" She opened her mouth to make it clear what she meant.

Norman said, "Fuck yeah," and stopped thrusting. She let go of her breasts, and he slid forward to where she could take his cock into her mouth. He pressed forward until she gagged, and she tried to use her tongue to get his cock as wet as possible. She thought he might just continue fucking her mouth, but after a second he pulled out and slid himself back into position, his cock between her breasts. She used her hands to make a tunnel, pushing them together tightly.

He established a steady rhyme, and every few strokes she'd crane her neck, tilting her head forward enough to lick the head of his cock as it poked out from between her tits. Since she was the one pressing her tits together, that left his hands free. He took advantage of that to pull and twist her nipples, making her moan.

"You like having your nipples pulled, don't you slut?" She nodded, and he twisted them even harder.

A glistening drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock, and she made a show of very delicately licking it off using just the tip of her tongue.

"Fuck, look at that," said Adam. "This bitch just fucking loves cock."

Norman gave her nipples a savage twist, turning them as far as he could, and Tiffany yelped and pushed her tits together even harder, knowing he had to be close. He gave a few more strokes, then with a groan he let go of her nipples, taking a grip on her breasts themselves and digging his fingers into her fleshy mounds as he came.

Tiffany was prepared, and had her mouth positioned before the protruding head of his cock, open to receive his load. To her surprise, he suddenly let go of her breasts and pulled his cock out from between them, gripping his cock to aim his jets of warm cum at her face in general. One spurt made it into her mouth, but the rest wound up on her cheeks, forehead, and in her eyes. Although she'd managed to close them in time, a small amount still seeped between her tightly-closed eyelids and stung a little. She waited until he was done decorating her face with his cum, then she reached up and carefully wiped the sticky fluid off of her eyelids before opening her eyes.

She looked over at Grant as she licked the cum off of one of her fingers, then, not wanting to be obvious, she looked at the other guys as she licked the other one clean. There was a little bit of cum seeping out onto the head of Norman's cock, and he wiped it off on one of her nipples.

"Your face looks good decorated with my jizz, you stuck-up slut." Most girls considered having a guy come on their face to be degrading, and he seemed extremely pleased to have gotten to do that to the girl that had embarrassed him in front of the entire bar.

He gave her breast a final squeeze, and climbed off of her, and then the bed.

The whole experience had increased her excitement without satisfying her, and all she could think about was how much she wanted a cock inside her. She looked at Grant, and said "How do you want me?" Before he could answer, she rolled over and wiggled her butt in the air suggestively.

"Yeah, bitch," he said, as he started undressing. "Just like that."

He climbed on the bed behind her, and without hesitation thrust his hard cock into her pussy.

He started fucking her, and said, "I'm Grant, by the way."

Oh, that's smart. If, in the throes of passion, she'd reflexively said his name, that would have been hard to explain otherwise.

Between the gasps she was making each time he drove his cock home, she managed to respond. "Nice to... meet you... Grant."

Their sex together was always great, yet this time it felt better than usual. It wasn't that he was fucking her harder than he ever had, or faster, although he was indeed fucking her hard and fast. I love how intense this feels.

The other guys had been quite vigorous in their use of her pussy, and combined with the excitement of being gang-banged, she'd enjoyed them immensely, as her orgasms would attest to. Even so, having sex right now with her husband just felt next-level sensual, and incredibly hot.

She'd been on all fours, but now she lowered her head and boobs onto the bed, her usual position when Grant did her from behind. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me so good," she moaned. She reached back and used her fingertips to caress and tease his balls.

"Hey," complained the guy who'd previously fucked her doggy-style. "How come he gets his balls played with?"

She didn't answer, but one of his buddies taunted him. "Guess she likes his dick better." A few of the other guys chuckled.

I do indeed. I've had more than my fair share of dicks in me, and his is still my favorite.

"Give me your arms," Grant growled. Tiffany, lost in the sensations, didn't immediately react, and he smacked her on her already-red ass, jarring her into compliance. He took a tight grip on each wrist, and pulled her arms straight back and towards him, using them to hold her as he thrust himself into her.

"Oh, oh, fuck, oh," she gasped. "Harder."

She knew how her husband felt when he was getting close, and he had to be seconds away. "Yes... I'm a slut... fill me up, Grant... fill me with your cum," she cried.

"Fuck, you're such a sexy little tart," he growled. With five or size strong, steady strokes, he came in her, pulling her arms back hard, and raising her upper body up off the bed. He held her up, his body pressed hard against hers, while her own orgasm ripped through her. This one was the strongest, and the longest, of the night, and she twisted and pulled against his grip as her body tensed and shook.

Grant held her like that until she was finished, then he lowered her back down, let go of her wrists, and pulled out. Tiffany sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, pleasantly exhausted.

He rubbed her ass affectionately, and said, "Can I take you home?"

Tiffany didn't have to open her eyes to know that her audience's faces were mixes of confusion, disbelief, and envy as she answered, "Always."