{ASSM} "My Fiance Has A Secret" (gang MF MFF) by Creampie Eater
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I knocked on the door and Spence let me in. "Why did you need me to come over?" I asked.
He offered a beer and I accepted before he answered my question. "I found something out and I had to show you," he said. His face reflected both unease and pain. He was going to break bad news.
"Found out what?" I asked, my mouth dry despite the refreshing beer.
"Clem, this might be tough to see," he said, preparing me but making me fear the worst. "I rented a video... and Shannon is on it."
A video. I knew right away what he meant: an adult video. An adult video with my fiance on it. Dammit. "Are you sure?" I asked, hoping that he was wrong or that maybe this was a joke.
"I wish I wasn't," he said. "I rented another video just to make sure. I'm positive it is Shannon."
"I want to see," I told him.
He picked up the remote and turned on his TV. Frozen on the screen was my fiance's face, the name Shania pasted across it. Shannon... Shania... She was obviously using a stage name to protect her identity. It was her, although I would watch with an eye towards finding evidence that it wasn't.
"Play it." Spence looked at me, and nodded. He pressed play.
I watched while Shannon introduced herself as an "18 year old". The little plot that was in the video came from the cameraman or producer asking her to reveal her body to the camera, and asking if she were ready for the action to come. I looked at Shannon on the screen, unable to believe the excitement that she exuded about what she said was to come next.
Her nude body was gorgeous, I had to admit. She was more toned then than now, but that was before she'd gone to college and gotten her degree in pre-law. Her hair was shorter too, cut into a sexy bob that revealed her neck and even her nape. I'd always found that style exciting in its own right.
As she danced in front of the camera, I found myself aroused despite myself. I supposed getting excited was the point of porn videos, but surely not while watching my fiance with my best friend. What was next--whipping it out and having a circle jerk?
I found out later that the name of the video was "Gang Throaters IV". That certainly was accurate, since after the introduction the remainder of the scene was Shannon getting throat fucked by a half dozen guys. The guys would each fuck her pussy and ass, but the focus was on stuffing their meat past her epiglottis, repeatedly and with great vigor. Shannon mewed like a kitten, repeatedly begging for more cock in her throat and finally to be sprayed in the face.
The scene ended with my future bride's face covered with cum and snot and saliva. Her mascara streaked her face from welling eyes and semen. And yet, she was smiling like it was the best thing she'd ever experienced.
I was stunned. "Wow," was all I could manage.
"There's other videos," Spence said softly. He handed me another beer, although I hardly needed to feel more out of control.
"Put 'em on," I said.
Spence looked at me, measuring. "You sure?" Unspoken was his concern that I was nearly at a breaking point.
"Put it on," I repeated.
The next video was cruel at best. Called "Forced Creampie Lesbians," the love of my life was filmed first licking a very used pussy, and then fluffing cocks to fuck that pussy. In the end, she was held down on the floor while men came inside the other woman. Then the girl squatted over Shannon's face while cum glopped out. Shannon eagerly craned her mouth up to thoroughly clean up the creampie.
When the scene ended, Spence fast-forwarded to another scene in the same movie. He had a vicious streak, showing me Shannon begging to eat the creampie from a different woman's pussy, and ultimately a fudgepie from her ass. Her tongue dove in deep, scooping semen from her stretched back hole before sticking her tongue out to show her treasure to the camera.
Silently, Spence put in the last video he would show me. Called "Black on White Baby Makers", it showed Shannon getting porked by a fat black man. His redeeming quality consisted of an unusually large cock that made her groan as he inserted it into each three holes during their scene. Shannon kept telling this man how she loved his big black dick and how she wanted it harder and deeper in her white body.
The scene advanced from her mouth to her pussy, and then on to her ass. Eventually, he pulled out and she sucked her assjuices from his meat while the camera gloried in showing how stretched open her asshole was. Then, he jammed roughly into her pussy again to start another circuit.
Again, she cleaned her ass from his thick shaft. By now, Shannon looked similar to how I knew her. Her short bob had grown to a shoulder-length mane, which swung nicely as she eagerly tried to swallow all the dark meat sticking out from under the black belly. As she jacked his cock and looked dreamily at the camera, I saw something.
"Hit pause!"
"What?" Spence asked, puzzled. He hit the pause button, though.
"Back it up a little," I said, excited now. The video rewound, frame by frame, until... "There!" I said, jumping up to stab a finger at the screen. "See?! She has a tattoo on the back of her hand!"
The frozen image showed a black sun burst pattern on the back of her right hand.
"So?"
"So," I smiled, "Shannon doesn't have one!
This isn't Shannon!"
"I hate to say it," Spence said, looking at me as an educator regards a simpleton, "but some porn stars wear temporary tattoos. Tats are popular now, and they work to disguise actor's identities. Shannon probably washed it off after filming this scene. The world is looking for a Shania with a tattooed hand, and isn't looking for a lawyer named Shannon."
I was crestfallen, but I still hoped to prove it wasn't her. We watched the scene's climax frame by frame to see if the tattoo had faded or washed off. Thus, I repeatedly saw in slow motion as the black cock swelled and pumped a gallon of cum inside my sweetheart, before she scooped it out with her fingers and ate it with glee. The tat didn't appear to change at all, which I obliged meant nothing.
We even went back to see if she had her tattoo in early videos (no). We checked to make sure this was the latest video in which she appeared (it was).
I finally accepted that the light of my eye was a former (?) porn star, and one that starred in some very hardcore scenes. The images of her being... mistreated... would forever stick in my mind.
I spent the night at Spence's, in part because I didn't want to face Shannon and in part because I got too drunk.
I was still upset when I drove home the next day. I was free finally to mull over what learning this meant. It meant so much.
The woman I had come to love was not a prude, but she wasn't adventurous either. Of course, it wasn't like I had asked her to have a gangbang or anything. Perhaps I had not satisfied her... perhaps I was the one who was not adventurous?
I thought to the scenes I had seen, of her eagerly fucking man after man. She had been so aroused, by all of it. The continuous stream of men in her pussy. The fat cocks stretching her asshole. The dicks down her throat, fucking it harder than I can bring myself to fuck her pussy.
What hurt most though, were the scenes of her eagerly eating creampies. It hurt because it was something I'd fantasized about for years.
Since I was a young man, I'd wanted to deposit a load of cum in my lover, and then suck our combined juices back out. I'd masturbated in the shower, cumming into my hand and then pretending it was a cunt. And yet, despite my years of desire, I'd never summoned the courage to come out and ask for it with any of my lovers. Now, after seeing Shannon doing it with such gusto, I yearned for the pleasure of creampie eating.
Shannon was waiting for me at home, relaxing on the sofa in her t-shirt and shorts, watching the Food Network. "Have fun with Spence last night?"
"I guess so," I said, coming to sit next to her.
"What did you do?"
I gave her mostly the truth. "We watched TV and drank too much."
"I figured the drinking part out when Spence called to say you were spending the night." She tipped her head up to accept the kiss I gave her. She looked like an angel.
"Did you do anything?" I asked her.
"I worked on a case file that was due on Monday. Not exactly what I like to do on a Friday night, but without you here I didn't want to go out. Besides, now we have tonight and tomorrow night free."
"I'm sorry baby," I said, "I didn't mean to leave you home alone."
"It's OK," she smiled at me. "You can make
it up to me."
"Mmmmm, that's a good idea," I smiled, my mind flashing back to her face covered with man-goo. She had worn that same cute smile. "How about we take a shower and I get started on making it right?"
She pouted, in that cute way of hers. "I was thinking that you could make me breakfast," she told me. "But, I think you have a better idea!"
I helped her up and we went into our bathroom. While the water warmed, we kissed and peeled off each other's clothes. No, she wasn't as slender as she had been at age 18, but she was still uncommonly sexy.
In the shower, I finally summoned the courage to broach the subject that had been on my mind. I didn't care about her former career as a pornstar, but something had to be discussed.
"Honey, I have something to ask you," I said, breaking the kiss we had been enjoying.
"Anything, my darling."
"Thanks, but this is hard for me to ask. I've wanted to ask you a million times, but have chickened out..."
"Shhhh!" she hissed, putting an index finger on my lips. "Just ask. I won't say no."
Despite knowing she had fucked on film, and despite knowing she loved me as much as I loved her, it was hard to verbalize my deepest held fantasy. I swallowed hard, and just said what I'd wanted to say for so long.
"Honey, I want to cum inside you, and then lick your pussy as it oozes out."
I looked at her, waiting for the judgmental look I knew must soon appear. I would have been certain that I'd see it, but for the videos I had watched last night. To my relief, instead of shock and disgust, on her face appeared a look of pleased surprise.
She composed herself. "Anything else?"
Why not go for broke? "Actually, I would like it if we could shave you first?"
She shrugged. "That's OK. I used to shave before I knew you."
I know it.
Shannon gave me some instructions on what to gather to shave her, and I got out of the shower first. I gathered a bowl filled with warm water, a few new razors, anti-bacterial soap, and a couple towels. Soon, Shannon joined me, her hair wrapped in a towel.
"Why don't you watch?" she asked, indicating the floor next to the bed. Kneeling, I watched intently as my future wife carefully removed the fur from her pussy. By the time she was bare, my mouth was literally salivating.
I bent my head forward to lick her smooth pussy, but she stopped me with a hand to my forehead. "I need to go fix my hair first. BUT," she paused, "if I am going to fulfill your fantasy, you're going to help fulfill mine."
I was suddenly on full alert. What would possibly remain a fantasy to a porn star?! "OK," I said, suspicious.
"I need you to lay on the bed on your back, hands at your side. You can't touch yourself, at all. Understood?"
"Ohgodyeah," I moaned. In a minute, as I laid on the bed with my cock fully erect and bobbing with desire, I heard the blow dryer whirring. I heard small clinks as bottles of makeup were picked up and set down, and I imaged what my honey would look like. She was preparing for sex and I didn't think I could be more aroused.
"Have you been a good boy?" she asked, strolling out of the bathroom. She was nude and gloriously beautiful. Her hair was fluffed and sexy, her makeup somehow tasteful yet slutty. Her pussy was pink with her clitoris visible thanks to the lack of hair. I'd never seen her look so much like... a pornstar. I swallowed hard, willing my orgasm to be delayed. "Did you touch yourself," she asked as she crawled on the bed. "Now, keep your hands at your side".
I thought my cock would be sheathed inside her, but instead she climbed up and settled astride my face. We both groaned as I began to pleasure her. The feel of her soft bare skin against my lips and cheeks was erotic as hell, and I couldn't believe how wet she was. I love giving oral sex, and this was about as good as it got.
My tongue was buried deep in her hole, swirling around and massaging her orifice wile I imagined how many fat cocks had been there before me, when she slid off. "You'd better not cum," she hissed at me. "Not yet, anyways." I couldn't help my sharp intake of breath as I felt her wet sheath envelop me.
Thankfully, she leaned forward to kiss me, thus taking my mind off how my dick was where that big black cock had previously been. I'm not a racist, but who could forget the sight of that enormous meat inside your intended? Color aside, it was big and it was right where I was now, making a baby. Wow. Oh wow. That thought was racing through my mind with increasing fervor, up until Shannon murmured, "kiss me with those pussy-tasting lips."
"Oh God baby," I groaned during a breathing break, after feeling how eagerly and deeply she was kissing. "I sometimes wish I could taste pussy on your lips," I admitted. Shit! Did I say that out loud?! I tensed, expecting her to chastise me.
Instead, "Mmmmmm, sometimes I wish that too." Her eyes were wide with released fantasy, and it was clear she was excited by admitting it to me. She held my hair, pressing her mouth hard, so hard, against mine.
It wasn't until she stopped and pulled off my dick that I remembered that I had been inside her. She slid forward, telling me to "eat my gaping pussy." Honey was pouring out now, bathing my tongue as it slid inside. My back arched and I fucked air, imagining how open it would be after she'd been gangbanged.
Somehow she managed to repeat the process three times before I couldn't be dissuaded from cumming. In that time, I ate her pussy to five or six increasingly strong orgasms. She was trickling sweat down her sweet cheek and staring at me intensely, when I warned her that I was too far gone.
"Cum for me baby," she hissed, "cum deep in me." My mind flashed to the scenes where that dirty voice encouraged the many big dicks to squirt their seed on her and in her. My cock began to shoot semen into her, my back arching to seat my tool as deep as possible in her. When I was done, she told me, "Now, keep your hands at your side so that I can make you eat your sperm from my cunt." Lord! That set off an unimagined second round of throbs that lasted until my balls felt like they had been stepped on.
I was gasping and drained, unready for her but she was ready for me. "Here you go," she giggled, sliding off and forward. The snail trail marked me from cock to mouth, slime oozing from her all the way. Even so, there was plenty of creampie left to drown me. I began swallowing it defensively, until my will returned and I began to actively scoop it out of her with my tongue.
Despite her orgasms, she had saved the strongest for last. As I ate her oozing opening, she began to rub her clit on my face. Harder and harder she rubbed, until she was grinding fully on my face. I tried to keep licking, but mostly I let her use me. I felt her begin to twitch and stab at me, and then a gusher of creampie flowed out. With her grinding as she was, there was no way I could suck and swallow it. Instead, the honey from our lovemaking was smeared all over my face.
Eventually, she relaxed and shimmied back to lay on top of me, staring at me in the eyes. "I love you," she smiled, "but you're a mess." She began to lick my face, tongue-bathing me slowly and tenderly and erotically.
"Thank you darling," I said later. We were still in the warm afterglow of love, where such words were unnecessary. "Thank you, for everything. For the sex, for understanding, for giving me my fantasy, for everything." I didn't tell her that I was also thankful that she chose me over the slew of studs she had in the past.
"You're welcome, and thank you for fulfilling my fantasies too." Feeling her snuggling, I felt so secure. When she asked, "how did you like it? Eating cum out of me?" I felt safe enough to answer truthfully.
"I loved it," I told her. "I hope we do it again."
She giggled. "Mmmmm, I think we can do it as much as you want."
Emboldened, I decided to take that as a cue to tell her another fantasy. "Then, you won't mind me telling you what I want us to do soon... before we are married."
"What's that?" she asked, suddenly wary.
"I want to see you get gangbanged until you are pouring out cum," I panted, "and I want to clean you up."
"You're not serious?" she said, lifting up to search my face. I assured her I was very serious, but I think how hard my cock got was a stronger truth indicator. "Oh baby," she purred an hour later, when my cock had stopped pumping her full of my second load of cum, "eat me like you want to clean up after your friends."
We talked over the course of the next week, testing our real feelings on the idea of a gangbang. I couldn't tell her that I'd seen her in gangbangs already, and that I had bought the DVD of her being used but loving it. I couldn't tell her how aroused I was at the sight of her being so completely empowered and sexual. But I did convince her that my desire was sincere. At no time did she say that the idea was repulsive; her sole objection seemed to be that she wanted our relationship to not suffer.
We also talked about the timing. "If we are going to do this," she said, "I want it to be next weekend."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because the weekend after we are flying to meet my family. I don't want you to meet them and have them fall in love with you (as much as I am), and then have us break up because you couldn't handle seeing me with other guys." Her logic was typically female and equally irresistible.
The next week was trying. I had to enlist the help of Spence, because I simply don't have a wide circle of friends. He tried to talk me out of it for a day, but then came around when he saw my determination. Plus, he had already seen Shannon in videos and was a friend enough to not want me to spread her secret around.
Spence was on a basketball league, and was able to wrangle up some buddies to come fuck my fiance. Surprisingly, he was also able to scrounge up a girlfriend to be a fluffer in exchange for some of the poking. I arranged a suite at a hotel, and so the fuckfest was ready.
Sitting in the hotel with Shannon was scary. We asked each other several times if we wanted to go through with it. Bourbon only cut the nervous by a degree, not completely. Finally, Spence called from the lobby with his buddies, and I checked one last time with Shannon. Then I gave him our room number.
A couple minutes later, Spence knocked on our door. He came in, followed by Toni, the blond fluffer. Following them was half a dozen large black men. I didn't expect it, although I should have. Each of them was very athletic and clean. Spence had picked the party well.
As I explained the rules to the guys, Shannon and Toni got to know each other. When I was done, I turned to see that they were kissing. Shannon had talked about putting on a show to excite the guys... and herself. Although I knew she had fucked women in the past (I had video proof!), she never expressed anything but heterosexual desires since I had known her. To see her kissing another woman so deeply was incredibly arousing.
The guys helped themselves to the bourbon and mixers on the coffee table as we watched. Girls are so sexy with each other! They undressed each other slowly, touched each other softly, and kissed lips and body lightly. It was erotic, and not a show. It was real, which made it all the more exciting for me to watch.
Eventually, Toni told her, "Let me get a taste before you are ruined." Shannon could have gone to the bedroom, but led Toni to the couch where we men were all gathered. There in the midst of us, she reclined and Toni knelt on the floor. We had a great view of Toni's pink tongue teasing Shannon's most sensitive flesh.
With the drinks and show, the guys became bold. As they watched, one by one they pulled out their cocks and began stroking. Shannon feigned to not see them, but eventually crooked a finger at the darkest cock displayed. I watched as my fiance actually hollowed her cheeks, sucking a stranger. Her eyes fixed on mine at first, but then closed heavy-lidded as the pleasure overtook her.
Things progressed rapidly then. For more than the next hour, I watched as each of the men had a turn at Shannon's mouth and then her pussy. Toni worked on the other guys, keeping them mostly erect with blowjobs and quick dunks in her pussy. I tried keeping track of the orgasms that the girls had, but the action was chaotic and the orgasms plentiful.
Two things clearly stand out. The first was when Shannon said that she was tired of the faint "Toni Taste" clinging to pricks, and wanted a first hand taste. The guys continued to plow into Shannon even while Toni smothered her. Toni cumming hard on Shannon's face was incredible.
The other memorable event was when the first guy came. All the other action stopped while he shook and proclaimed each squirt. I moved to get a clear look when he pulled his softening blackness out, and there I saw a thick stream of cream oozing from her pussy. Her "ruined" pussy, as Toni predicted. By now it was not even bothering to close when a man pulled out, but rather remained open... and draining now of cum.
The next two guys also came in her increasingly sloppy snatch. The third came inside Toni, who was now unabashedly getting double-ended. She and Shannon took turns trying to get the newly-limp dicks back to life, and so the party continued for a while.
The party ended in an amusing way. One of the guys happened to look at the clock and blurted "Oh Shit!" Apparently, the basketball league games were starting! The guys hurriedly dressed and left, which was an abrupt ending to the fun. Only Spence had the decency to thank Shannon for the fun, as well he should: he had just fucked his best friend's fiance! (And several times, at that!)
Shannon and I were left with Toni, and we improbably chatted in the bedroom for several minutes. I listened to the girls discuss how they felt physically and emotionally after such intense attention. Toni asked why it was that we'd asked for the gangbang.
"Because Clem wanted to see me fucked by guys," Shannon giggled, "and.... he wanted to clean me up afterward." She crooked a finger at me, "C'mon honey, get started."
I had not cum during the event, and in fact had not even undressed. It wasn't as hard as it sounds to have held back, because I was simply watching and taking everything in. It all seemed to happen so quickly, that I hadn't even thought about cumming.
Shannon was like a siren, calling me to her leaking pussy. Her legs spread apart, I could see creampie flowing out like sap. The sheet was already soaked with more sticky goodness. I was actually trembling when I laid between her legs, fingers shaking as I delicately pull apart her swollen and distended lips.
"Oh God," I moaned, seeing it up close. Her pussy looked like it did in the gangbang video, but even messier. But the look wasn't all of it: she also smelled of fucking, strongly feminine but with a sweet hint of semen. And I was going to put my face in that? I was going to use my tongue to clean her?
"Oh yes," she answered without me asking. "Yes, yes, yes! Eat me!"
When still I hesitated, I felt Toni crawl over and gently press my head into Shannon's cunt. "Do it," she hissed, "eat those guy's cum from her."
Not wanting to resist but grateful for the nudge, I got my first taste of another man's cream. My tongue swirled in the incredible plenty oozing from her. For minutes I licked and sucked with no discernable reduction in quantity. I could put two fingers in her easily, and I simply pried her open and swirled my tongue inside.
Toni tugged my clothes off me, then sucked my head gently, not wanting to make me orgasm. Instead, she was teasing me to an even greater urgency.
Shannon pushed my head away. "Lay on your back," she commanded. When I had complied, she informed me, "I want to see you fucking another woman. I want you to cum inside Toni and then I want you to clean her up too."
I responded with a moan, which was stifled when Shannon sat hard on my face. Now she was vertical and gravity helped the remaining cream to drain from her hairless pie. I was thinking that but quickly I became aware that her stretched pussy was completely covering my mouth. She was smothering me!
I quickly began to panic that I was going to suffocate, and tried to cry out a warning. That only resulted in Shannon wriggling on my mouth. Oh damn, she was enjoying the humming my cries were making! About when I was really worried, Shannon leaned forward to let me gasp for air--on her clit. I sucked in as much air as I could, and Shannon sat back down, wriggling to create a tight seal.
I was getting used to this smothering game, when I felt a mouth on my cock. Toni was getting me hard again, because the smothering had caused me to wilt. Time began to slow, as my perceptions were focused on sucking and tonguing Shannon while infrequently feeling myself getting prepared to be ridden by Toni. I barely noticed when Toni finally mounted me.
My clue was when Shannon suddenly began bucking on my mouth. She slid around, grinding hard. She also seemed to forget momentarily that I needed to breathe. I was arching my back in desperation when she leaned forward. Over my gasps, I heard her murmuring "fuck him, fuck him, ride my baby's cock". And then it went dark and wet again as she pressed my head against the mattress.
Her orgasm was very intense, for her and me. My mouth was filled with steaming goop while my nose was mashed and my head squeezed by her thighs. Again, I was smothered until I was more than worried, but my worry about prematurely stopping her orgasm was stronger.
When she rolled off my face, I realized how hot and steamy her crotch had become. I sucked in lungfuls of cool, fresh air, reviving. I became aware that Toni was leaning over me, fucking me and licking my face clean. Her eyes were intense and she was clearly aroused by cleaning the creampie now sticking to me.
Slowly I began to meet her thrusts, and I realized that there was very little friction. Of course that would be the case! She was stretched by those giant black cocks, and she was lubed by their sloppy deposits. The lack of penile sensation was offset by the understanding of what sloppy fifths felt like, and what it meant to be last to cum in her!
"I want to be on top," I told her, which I thought was a simple request.
"I have a better idea," Toni told me. She looked at Shannon, who was revived enough to be propped up on one elbow, watching us and already diddling her clit. "I think that Shannon should lay next to you, and when you fill me up, I'll sit on her face."
"Shit!" was all I could gasp. Watching my fiance eating a creampie would be more than erotic. I'd seen her do it in a video, but part of me still felt that she was playing a character rather than having actual sex. To see her really do it.... I felt the sudden urge to empty my nuts.
"I have a better idea," Shannon said, her fingers flying even harder. "You lay on your back, and I'll still eat that fucking cunt of yours." I loved it when she talked dirty! "But this way, Clem will be able to watch me stick my tongue in you and see me doing it because I want to."
WOW!
As if to emphasize it, she sat up and leaned over to start kissing Toni. Lesbian kisses were the hottest, and it was my lover doing it!
Toni apparently agreed, because she pulled off me and pushed me aside so that she could roll on her back. As she did, she pulled Shannon down so that they could continue kissing. I could only watch, until Shannon looked up at me and told me, "what are you waiting for? Go dump your sperm inside her."
Let me tell you, it did not take long. I was fucking a cesspool of semen, watching Toni running her fingers through Shannon's hair and pulling her hard into the kiss, and I knew that as soon as I came my fiance would lick Toni's twat. Jeeze!
It didn't take much more coaxing before I felt my nuts pulling up and I increased speed so that I was churning up some creampie butter. The various sounds were erotic (moans, kisses), but the sound of my cock slopping up her cunt sent me over the edge. Because her pussy was so stretched, I could feel my cum squirting out into the gaping maw.
Shannon, realizing from my gasps what was happening, quickly rolled off the bed and came behind me. Her hands squeezed my nuts, urging them to empty completely into Toni. That also put her in the perfect position to lean straight in when I fell to the side--spent.
I watched in a daze as my honey stuck two fingers in Toni's pussy, extracting out mine and others' cream. She looked right at me, and sucked her fingers into her mouth. Her eyes closed as if she were tasting delicious chocolate, and her lips turned up with smiling satisfaction.
Shannon leaned in then, and began to gently eat pussy. I was surprised at how tentative she was, as if she wasn't sure what to do despite her desire. Perhaps this was a function of her being with a new lover, because she certainly had seemed accomplished enough on video! However, with Toni thrusting her hips up, just begging for a deep licking, Shannon wasn't reserved for very long!
I had front row seats to see my baby eating pussy, and I took full advantage. To be able to see her tongue diving in and pulling out without an irritating change of camera angle was awesome. I could feel the heat, feel the bed shift as the girls moved slightly, smell the sex, listen to the sounds, and even ask questions! Videos are good fantasy fodder, but the reality was even more amazing.
I wish I could say that the erotic sight brought my cock back to life, but the truth is that my orgasm was just too draining. I had to put the sight of Shannon's face deep inside Toni's crotch as she came into my long-term memory for later use. To put a fitting end to the party, Shannon turned to me and gave me a slimy kiss. That actually made my dick twitch!
With Toni gone, Shannon and I took a long shower together. We talked of love and what we had done, cleaning our insides as well as our outsides.
"I know you don't want to hear this," she said, looking at me earnestly, "but we may never do this again. I wanted to fulfill your fantasies... and maybe one or two of mine... before we were married. When we are married, I want it to be just us." She hugged me tightly, as if holding on lest I pull away. "That is, if you still want to marry me."
I reassured Shannon that I loved her as much now as I did when we woke up in the morning. "Nothing has changed," I told her, pushing back so that I could look her in the eyes, "except that I am more amazed by you now that I have ever been." She kissed me then, relief pouring out. "If we never do this again, I'll keep today as a memory forever."
Three days later, we boarded a plane to Florida and her family Thanksgiving. As we walked out of the jetway and made our way to baggage claim, Shannon held my hand and gave me a squeeze. "There's something I need to tell you," she said. "I haven't talked a lot about my family, I know, but I've been keeping a secret."
"Really?" I asked, surprised that she would keep a family secret from me.
"Yes," she said, looking at me tangentially. "I have a sister."
I knew she had a brother, but a sister was new to me. "A sister?"
"Yes, I have a sister but we're not close." She fell in behind me on the escalator to bag claim. "She's the black sheep of the family." She paused to let me get off the escalator before continuing. I was getting a funny feeling about where this was going. "She's meeting us at the bag claim, and there's just one more thing."
"What's that?" I asked, aware that we were but moments from the meeting.
"She's my twin."
No kidding. I saw the duplicate of Shannon push out of the crowd to rush up and hug my fiance. They were identical twins, so I knew her name before she even turned to meet me.
"Hi! I'm Shania," she said, putting out a hand to shake mine. A hand with a black sun burst pattern on the back.
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