Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2016 17:04:24 -0800
From: Jacob Esteban <jacob442011@gmail.com>
Subject: Ed Chapter 8

Ed Chapter 8
by Jacob442011@gmail.com <Jacob442011@yahoo.com>



Eyes squinting and face screwed up tight with pleasure, I shuddered
uncontrollably once more as I watched Stephen's jizz-covered hands finish
making love to my glowing cock.

Ooooh fuck, that was good, I said softly and slowly, eyes rolling back.

Sometime later, I opened my eyes and looked at Stephen. He smiled back.

Over here, Clara ordered, snapping her fingers.

Where?

I followed Stephen's naked buttocks to a bed, and we both stopped before
it.

Mike, lay down here, on your side, Clara said.

Okay... I agreed tentatively, wondering at her urgency as I climbed onto
the bed.

Hun, she told Stephen, lay behind him.

Stephen climbed onto the bed looking thoughtful.

Now, spoon, Clara directed.

Uh, that's not necessary, I thought but did not say, some of the erotic
tension subsiding in me now that I had my orgasm, though I still felt
turned on being naked with these strangers. I also had to admit, I was both
irritated and aroused that Clara was telling us what to do.

Stephen nestled up against me and his arm came around, over my belly,
holding me, his skinny tummy against my back, his warm cock and balls
against my buttocks, his legs against mine.

Stay like that - wait, and I'll be back. Clara disappeared, and her ass
cheeks peeking out from the sides of her panties were almost as hot as her
delectable tits. Stephen's chest was against mine, and his warmth felt
comfortable if not as pleasant as a woman's. Even so, I liked his naked
skin against mine, my naked skin against his. I liked that both of us were
naked, snuggling. It felt weird, wrong, strange, hot, exciting,
stimulating.

Clara returned a moment later, completely dressed like when we'd met,
holding up her phone. I couldn't help but pout with disappointment.

Your tits, I said simply.

Now now, Mike, don't frown - I want you to look good and happy with your
loverboy here - give us a smile or at least a sexy look.

I leaned back a little, closed my eyes part way, opened my mouth a little,
and slowly licked my lips.

Mmm, she said with approval, videoing, you two do look nice enjoying your
after glow.

From somewhere in my mind, I was nervous. A woman I did not know was
videoing me naked while being spooned by her naked husband. What if this
got out? What if people saw? And yet, my reservations were outweighed by
the excitement of the attention; while her husband may have been nude and
spooning me, it was my naked body - legs, balls, cock, tummy, chest, face
- that were the most exposed, the front and center focus of her phone video
cam.

Mike, lay back into him a little, and Stephen, reach around and
lightly caress Mike's belly, his breasts.... that's it. Good. You two are
lovers now, so look like it. Nice. Now, Stephen, run your fingers through
Mike's hair, caressing it, stroking his head, his upper chest - caress his
breasts, circle his nipples, tickle them gently...good, now move over to
his neck. Yes.

Stephen's hands flowed across my nude body, and I tingled with pleasure.

Mmmm, I heard myself say.

Jesus, I thought, if I get too much more of this, I could get hard again.

Clara broke my reverie with a loud clap. Okay boys - I want Stephen here.
Clara pointed back to the chair, and my eyes followed his naked ass cheeks
as he walked. She made him sit back on the towel still wet and sticky from
my earlier orgasm.

Spread your legs - good; slide forward to get your cock and balls exposed -
good.

He positioned himself on the side of the chair, legs wide, dick forward,
and ball sac hanging down.

You, she told me, over here, making me kneel facing him.

Spread your knees and put your hands on his thighs, she said, adding, good,
when I did so. Then, she squatted down next to me so that I could see her
cleavage.

I like that, I thought, licking my lips as I thought about her sweet tits.

Mikey boy, Clara said, I want you to drive my husband crazy by sucking his
cock.

I tried to look away from her breasts, but I could not.

But, your tits, I protested, wanting to fondle them and suckle them. True,
the cleavage was nice, but the tits were tucked away, less of them showing
now than when it was her bra earlier.

Clara moved suddenly, and I heard myself cry out with an achy mix of joy
and pain as her hand encircled my hanging balls and gave them a quick and
sharp squeeze, then held them firm (but not quite as tight).

Ahh, I cried out, my entire being captivated by her grip on my testicles.

I want you, Clara told me through clenched teeth, to do my husband like you
did your banana. Got that?

Oh God, I said. I was pretty sure I could overpower Clara one-on-one under
normal circumstances. However, I was naked and she was dressed. Because of
my nakedness alone, she had power over me. Even more, though - she really,
truly had me by the balls. I mean, there was nothing I could do. My life,
my manhood, were in her firm hand, and her fingers squeezed tight enough to
leave me no doubt about it.

Being controlled while naked - hot. Yet, her hand around my balls - scary.

What Mikey? Clara asked with a quick squeeze.

Gah, I gasped, nauseous at the pressure of her grip while somehow also
aroused by being naked and dominated.

Clara's grip released then tightened just a little. I couldn't hear you...
She said.

Rather than try to talk, I leaned forward on my knees, opening my mouth and
aiming for Stephen's cock.

Clara held on, but her grip loosened as Stephen's penis slid into
my mouth.

My banana, I thought, and I moved my tongue under the tip and started
sliding my head in and out, on and off, his dick.

Stephen moaned, and his cockhead seemed to swell with appreciation as I
paused to tongue it enthusiastically before sliding my head forward and
back again. Moaning some more, Stephen began to play with my nipples, and
as I sucked back and forth on Stephen's cock, I felt Clara's hand loosely
cupping and playing with my balls, one of her long fingernails teasing the
skin between my testicles and anus. Clara's touch felt really good, but it
was never far from my mind that her grip could once again turn instantly
painful.

I was sucking a cock!

Slurp, suck, lick, slide went my mouth, lips, and tongue. Duck-faced, I
sucked his penis and slid backward, then I drove my head forward,
sucking, thrusting his penis into my succulent wet warmth, over and over
and over.

Oooh God, Stephen groaned, trying to play with my breasts and nipples but
losing concentration as I worked hard, worked faster, marveling at his
penis's rubbery saltiness that was inhaling and making love to,
worshipping. Meanwhile, Clara was caressing and stroking and fingering and
fondling my balls with one hand while her other hand started gently,
lightly, softly working my cock.

My moans joined Stephen's, only I had to moan around his cock. Was it me,
or was Stephen's cock getting harder?

He certainly began to moan louder. Don't stop, oh God, don't stop - Stephen
said as I was making a gung-gung-slurp sound with each thrust forward of my
warm mouth, moaning into his cock, my own penis getting harder as Clara's
fingers toyed with it while she fingered my balls.

Stephen began pinching and twisting my nipples, and as my wet warm hot love
box blew his cock, I did the same to him, hands finding and first squeezing
his pecs, then pinching and twisting his tits.

It put him over the edge. Balls tightening to his body, breathing labored,
Stephen began yelling, Oh oh oh...

Stephen's hands dropped my nipples and grabbed the sides of my head, and he
began thrusting his dick into me. I sucked and choked and slurped and
coughed and sucked more. His cock pistoned my mouth, salty warm
cum flooding, dribbling out. I swallowed what I could, focusing on sucking,
driving him crazy - dimly aware of Clara's fingers dancing across my hard
cock and tickling my hanging balls.

Stephen slowed his pace, but he kept sliding his cock in and out of my
mouth, eyes closed, slowing down but keeping it steady. I moaned, lips
encircling and tongue sucking, gung-gung-slurp-swallow. Stephen shuddered,
then his warm and hairy balls began to lengthen and spill over my chin,
hugging the bottom part of my face.

We both stopped, and I looked up at him, his cock mostly in my hot mouth,
softer. He opened his eyes and smiled down at me, exhausted but pleased.

Well, thank, you, Stephen said.

In response, I gently sucked his dick into my mouth a little more, then
began to lick up the sides of the shaft, before carefully releasing him,
knowing he may be getting sensitive by now.

He leaned back in the chair, sighing a contented sigh, and I moaned as my
awareness returned to Clara's fingers tantalizing my cock and balls. Oooh,
I said, and she suddenly stopped, letting go.

Snap snap went Clara's fingers. Back to the bed, she said.

We obeyed, walking quickly. This time, Stephen followed my naked buttocks,
my hard cock bouncing on top of jiggling balls.

Clara piled pillows, and ordered me to climb upon them, laying on my back,
spread eagled. I lay backwards and she adjusted them so my cock and balls
would thrust out, even as I would recline. I put my hands behind my head,
then looked at Clara. Is this okay? I asked without words, and she smiled
back at me her approval.

Hun, she said to Stephen. Yes Babe, he answered. You, Clara told him,
giving a quick peck on his lips before continuing, remember Mike and his
banana?

Yes, Stephen replied briefly.

Well, dear, she told him, Mike's banana is now Mike's cock. I want you to
treat his cock as he treated his banana.  Got it?

Stephen looked unsure.

Make love to Mike's cock like Mike made love to your cock, Clara
reiterated.

Butterflies tickled my belly as I watched Stephen lean toward me,
transfixed on my penis, as if it were the only thing in the world. His
mouth opened slowly. Out came his tongue, tentatively, reaching out.

He gave my dickhead a lick. Oooh, I responded.

He licked again, and I said, oooh yeah.

Then, he was licking around the sides, teasing the tip, and one hand
fondled my balls while his other lightly stroked the shaft, his tongue
softly, tentatively licking her and there, tasting me. His fingers wandered
from my balls to my buttocks, and he lightly stroked my ass cheeks before
cupping my testicles again.

Oh yeah, suck me, Stephen, I said.

Right, talk to him Mike, tell him how you like it, Clara told me, then
turned to Stephen. You are doing good, baby, she said, running her fingers
through his hair, caressing his buttocks. Suck that cock, honey. Oh yeah,
wrap your mouth around it, she coaxed.

He did, and I gasped - his mouth so warm, rich, sensual. I spread my legs a
little wider. He absently fondled my balls, but his tongue under my
cockhead was driving me crazy.

Oh Jesus, I felt the intimacy, I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so wide
open as I watched my cock disappear into Stephen's mouth. Grum, he moaned
into my meat as buried it into his head, swallowing and tonguing me.

Oh Stephen, I said, suck me, suck me good. Oh, own me, take me, you stud, I
told him.

I widened my legs a touch more and adjusted myself on the pillows, feeling
as if I might explode out of my skin, body tingling with delight.

That's it Hun, Clara encouraged, fingers gently stroking Stephen's hair,
then her other hand caressing his face, and when he sucked my cock into his
cheek, she caressed my cock through his skin. I couldn't feel it much, but
I saw it, and it was hot along with him fingering my balls and sucking my
cock.

He'd been going so slow, so sensual, I was going crazy.

Then, I heard Clara say, you are doing so great, baby, but now I want you
to really get him Honey, I want you to fuck him with your mouth, I want you
to make Mike scream.

When she said that, he started to pick up the pace, and I immediately
wanted this feeling to last forever, and I simultaneously realized, I was
not sure how much of this I could take. Oh Christ, I whispered.

Stephen's head pumped up and down on my cock, mouth nveloping me, inhaling
me - his fingers wiggled my balls, his mouth owning me. Oh Jesus. I never
knew I could be so exposed, so vulnerable, so intimate with a man. My God.
Stephen was ruling me.

Jesus, I told him, you ... you... oh... ah... you...

That's it baby, Clara said, take him baby. He's yours hun, take him.
Clara's hand was behind Stephen's head, gently shoving it forward (though I
don't think he needed any help), and her other hand was lightly stroking
the shaft of his cock and alternatively gently palming his balls.

I reached out with both hands, stretching out my arms, then brought my
hands to my head. I was having trouble standing this, it felt so good, I
can't describe it. I was losing my mind and loving every moment. How much
more could I take? Oh God, I thought.

You're doing it baby, you're doing it. He's yours. Look at his face, he's
close - he's making his fuck face baby. Work it, work him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Clara had stopped touching Stephen
so that she could video him sucking my cock. She moved her phone from his
face to mine, zooming in on my cock and his mouth, zooming in our faces,
then panning back to take in all the action from multiple angles.

She did keep encouraging, though. That's it baby, suck that cock. Make love
to that cock. Suck it, baby, suck it for me, honey. Oh I love you Stephen.
Suck that cock for me, baby. I like you sucking it, honey. That's it, baby.

I don't know if Clara meant for this, but her words were really turning me
on. I loved hearing her voice, seeing her full black and blue hair,
drinking in what my eyes could see of her tits, though truth be told, now I
was having trouble keeping my eyes open due to the ecstasy I was feeling
spreading from my cock throughout my body.

Without warning, Clara leaned over, pinching, then twisting, both my
nipples.

Gack, I gasped, eyes bulging, pressure building.

Grrr Rum Gung, Stephen's mouth said as he sucked me. Sensing my release, he
picked up the tempo, sucking even harder. Crescendo building, I exploded
into his mouth. Exquisitely and indescribably, he vacuumed my cum. I
couldn't stand it, permeated with pleasure, thrashing and gasping as
Stephen's lips and tongue and mouth sucked downward and then upward,
enveloping and consuming my cock and cum. Pleasure rippling throughout my
being, I grabbed his head by the ears and drove my cock into him,
squirting more cum.

Lust and delight surrounded me, and I only opened my eyes for a moment to
watch Stephen finish me, watching my cock disappear inside his lips. In
doing so, I saw that Clara was back to videoing, and she smiled at me when
I realized that she had captured my orgasm as well as her husband sucking
my dick.

Delicious feelings subsiding, and I took a deep breath and came back down
to earth. I opened my eyes to observe Stephen tenderly licking around and
on my cock. For the first time, laying naked and snuggling with a naked man
made sense. That's what I wanted in that moment. We had been intimate, as
close and personal as two people can be, making love to one another with
our mouths. While I don't think I'd ever want to kiss a man, in this
moment, I can't say for sure that I wouldn't. What I can say is that, it
felt right to lay naked with him, with Stephen, and spoon him, to feel his
skinny tattooed naked body next to time, to hold him. To my surprise, I'll
be honest - that sounded good.

And yet, it was not to be.

For a moment, Stephen and I stared into each others eyes, lightly touching,
wondering what happened, Clara observing us and smiling.

Then, there was a knock, knock, knock at the door.

What the hell, I thought. This late?

Clara answered, opening the door. Who was there? I couldn't see, though I
thought I might have seen her wink at someone outside, but I was not sure
because I was trying to be in the moment with Stephen.

I heard Clara say, it's for you, Mike.

For me? What the fuck.

I began to stand, and Stephen reached out and touched the side of my face,
giving me a smile as a thank you. Wordlessly, I thanked him back with my
own smile, brushing my hand across his neck, then walking toward the door.

Who was here to see me?

Clara had stepped to the side, but I still could not see anyone, which
meant that I would have to step into the doorway naked to meet I knew not
what. I was nervous to be naked, though relaxed because I'd just cum. And,
honestly, I was also aroused at the prospect of answering a door naked, not
knowing who was on the other side.

I stepped into the doorway, and Clara smiled at me. I was distracted by her
breasts once again, wanting to bury myself into their fullness and rest,
awakening at my leisure to suckle her delicious titties.

Then, reality called.

What the ___?

Latex gloved fingers reached in from either side of the door and pulled me
into the hall grabbing my wrists and shoulders, positioning my naked body
in between two clothed, muscular men. Thick wool trench coasts pressed into
me, scratching my bare skin; I gasped inadvertently as they began to propel
me forward down the hall, dimly aware of Clara waving before closing her
door.

I tried to stop us, but one gave me a latex gloved slap on my ass to get me
going again, saying, move. I looked in their faces, trying to gauge their
intentions, what they would want with me, naked and alone, in this dimly
yellow lit motel hallway. I figured, their faces should tell me something,
give me some idea. But, instead of facial expressions, I could only see ski
masks.

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