Marcia

The day have arrived.

You just arrived at around 5 o'clock in the afternoon and will be having dinner with them. Later, you'll be fucking Marcia.

"Uh, may I come in?" you asked, smiling after knocking on their front door.

"Awkward conversation to have in a doorway."

"Oh, shit, yeah." Marcia said hastily. Stepping aside and gesturing for you to enter.

You entered and soon saw lovely Italian food waiting for you. Marcia led you to the table and you saw Terry already sitting there. Then, you and Marcia both sat and began sharing the food.

Sooner than you know, after dinner, you and the couple are already in their bedroom, ready to make a baby. You and Marcia both standing near the bed, while Terry sits on the bed, waiting for the two of you to get started.

"Let'start?" You asked, your hands fondling Marcia's ass cheeks, much as she was doing to you. You gently pressing your hips forward, your cock pressing against her through your pants.

"I think I'm buzzed enough for that. I've drink so much wine just this," she breathed, her eyes shining. "Let's go!"

She took your hand and led me over to the big, plush chair. She was beginning to undo your pants when you stopped her.

"Allow me." You said quietly.

She nodded and you gently eased her into the chair. You kept eye contact with her while you unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them off.

She was blushing furiously as her tiny thong panties were exposed.

"Why so nervous?" You asked, smiling. "I've think you've got a great body."

"For real?" she asked, smiling hopefully.

"Same as I've always told you," Terry mentioned from her place nearby. "Now a straight guy told you so."

"I guess that's a pretty good enduhhhhhmmmmmmmm..." Denise gasped as you eased your face between her legs and nipped her pussylips through her panties. She shivered and gripped the arms of the chair and squirmed around you, her feet suddenly on the cushion. "Ohhh, shit..."

You decided to keep going, not full-tilt but to not let her relax. You held onto her thighs and began licking at the lacy fabric of her thong, which was already warm and even a little wet before you started. Marcia let her head fall back and she moaned as you dragged your tongue up and down the front panel of her panties. Y nipped gently again, pulling on the fabric. Her legs squirmed and she grew wet rapidly.

"Oh, Jesus," she hissed. "He's got some skills."

You looked up at her while licking her and was pleased to see her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. One of her hands moved in and rested on the back of your head, fingers kneading in your hair. You nipped at her inner thigh, eliciting another gasp.

You took the edge of her panties between my teeth and began tugging them away, sliding my hands in to hook my thumbs into the garment and slowly sliding them down. She looked down at you with glazed eyes as she lifted her behind, allowing me to work them down her thighs. As you slid her thong off, Marcia pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her completely naked.

You tossed her panties aside and leaned back in, licking her glistening pussy without hesitation. Marcia groaned again as you slid your tongue up and down her netherlips, parting them. Your tongue slithered around her clit and she pushed her hips against your face. Her hands moved up to her breasts and massaged them while you lapped at her.

You took a quick look up while my tongue teased her clit. You could see her kneading her breasts eagerly, her eyes narrowed as she stared over my head, past me. You realized she was maintaining eye contact with Terry. It reminded you how important this was for both of them, but was also acutely aware that Terry is just a few feet behind you, watching you lick her girlfriend's pussy. And you could feel yourself getting harder.

You pushed your tongue inside Marcia and she gasped sharply and almost spasmed around you. Her earthy taste in your mouth urged you to get farther inside her. You were thrilled with how she was responding and your hands left her thighs to move up to her breasts, groping them along with her. Marcia groaned shamelessly and her legs hooked around your back, keeping you in place.

"Gnnnnnnn, that's good..." she breathed, squirming beneath your touch. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and you pinched them and gave them a tug. Her pussy was sloppy-wet around your tongue, her arousal glistening on your chin. You lashed her insidesvmercilessly, seeing what it took to make her cum.

You had your answer seconds later when she gripped your head suddenly, nails digging into your skull and her legs constricting around me. She jammed her hips against your face and wailed loudly, writhing as she came.

"Wow, well done, Y/N," Terry mused from the bed. "I normally make her bury her face in a pillow if I think she's gonna scream, but you got her there so quickly I didn't think of it."

"Thanks," You breathed as you pulled back from between Marcia's legs while she sagged into the chair, sighing heavily and caressing herself languidly. "I aim to please."

"You only get to do that once or I'll be too pooped to fuck," Marcia murmured, one of her hands now playing with her sticky pussy. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted herself, humming contentedly. "So can I try sucking your dick now? I've been practicing just for the occasion."

You looked briefly at Terry and she nodded subtly. You stripped off your t-shirt and then undid your pants, beginning to hike them down.

"Uh-uh," Denise chided, reaching over to take hold of you. "My turn..."

You watched as she undid your pants and pulled them down, leaving you in boxers. You stepped out of the puddle of your jeans and waited while she ran her hand over the silky material of your underwear, her fingers tracing around your prominent erection.

Then her hand slipped in the hold in the front of your boxers and took hold of your shaft gently.

"Oh, goodness," she murmured as she felt me. "It's soft and hard all at once, more than any dildo I've tried. And big, full balls, too."

"Just warning you now, I cum a lot." You said, smiling.

"Good to know," Marcia replied, withdrawing her hand and then pulling your boxers down, allowing your hard cock to spring free.

"But I'm not planning on swallowing, it's all going in me, right?"

She looked past you and grinned at Terry. "We were right about how big he is."

"Glad to hear it," Terry replied somewhat evenly. "Now what are you going to do with it?"

Marcia leaned in and started by kissing the head of your cock, then swirling her tongue around the tip. Her hand moved gently along the shaft while she teased you. Slowly, she took the head in her mouth and pushed down the length a little bit.