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I had started to chat with Eugenia, Kamilla's Eastern European partner. But this small group of us four was meant for more than chatting. We all wanted something into the sensual realm. It was then Laura, charming in all her senses, who would go after our prize; I observed her in action from afar as I enjoyed her body approaching Kamilla. Oh, Eugenia was attractive in her boyish looks with a slender frame, small tits and narrow hips. But as I chatted and started softly touching Eugenia's leg at her knee, I was only thinking of Kamilla's cock. How could Eugenia handle it? I had to find out so I asked point blank: "Tell me, how Kamilla like to make love to you?" It was a vague question: I needed to know about her taste in gxrls. "Oh yes" she answered, and thankfully she was a talker with her slight Slavic accent "She is very much into girls... She likes to pump a lot with her cock. You noticed right? I mean, did you really notice? Everyone does, but at the end it is a surprise. I had some problems accommodating it at first but now I would not leave it. It is of another world plus she is charming and kind" she said, looking over at Kamilla with dreamy eyes. So that was a confirmation, as to size, but, what about girls like us? She digs us? She looked at me and said "Look, you seem too eager to discover it, slow down. She likes girls like you --I can tell, you and Laura are lovely; you just have to be fun and kind. Look at how she is receptive to Laura..."As she was saying this Eugenia was brushing her fingertips moving towards my crotch, and softly parked her hand over it. "Let me feel how it grows... look at me and let them start with their things. We will soon be together." So, as she invited me to concentrate on her, my last glance saw Laura straddle Kamilla so she was sitting on her lap over her crotch. Eugenia noticed it too. "Oh yes... Kamilla will start growing too and Laura will soon feel it. Not the time to worry yet..." What did she mean? "I just mean that taking on Kamilla is serious stuff... now, let me see how serious you are. Are you tough to take?" I was thinking of all this while we were shopping for Cindy's cock. I joined Laura and told her that I did not want to have with Cindy a déjà vu moment. "Remember Kamilla" I told her. She just smiled and said "You know what? I might be ready for another Kamilla..." I instantly had a shiver at that answer. She certainly did not remember how painful it was; she only remembered the pleasure part in which we spend long hours in bed with Eugenia and Kamilla. I was thrown back into reality as Cindy said loudly that she had found the one. We were following her from afar, I day dreaming and Laura checking out the toys. The shop attendant has helped Cindy find what she wanted and she was calling us to join. It was fun to see, really. Anyhow, now we were in the room, I standing behind Laura and half my cock into her. Laura was panting happy and I was really aroused, more so because of my reminiscence of Kamilla and Eugenia transported me to the time when I was in Laura's place. Laura, was right... it had been a lot of fun. Now our Cindy had the power to somehow bring back all those sensations.
Our Yoga session was winding down. In fact it was melting into something else as I found myself hugging Lisa from behind, covering her chest and my hands firmly parked on her tits. I was breathing heavily as my head sloped forward to rest on her shoulder. All my physical energy suddenly flowed away from me and I slouched on Lisa's back in a state I could call affection, but of the strong, consequential kind, the kind of affection that take on carnal scales. In the heat sparkled by being fully touching Lisa's back my crotch was coming to life. It was as if all the energy I had put in playing and dreaming with her from down under was replaced by the complacency of having her in my grasp. But how was Lisa reacting to all this you must ask? She just let go, carrying all my weight on her and being quite not doing anything... or so I felt for a brief? Long moment? I could not tell but it was magical. But as I was thinking about the span of time, I felt a push of her hips back sliding into my crotch. Her hands and elbows were now on the ground and the dead weight of my body had followed her down. My cock, lengthened and hardened, stretching the legging and with no room to expand further, was now pressing onto her bum. My hand was now pressing onto her stiffening and stretched cock and I managed to place it under her legging so that it could continue to grow. "Do you think we can get rid of our clothes now?" she asked in a giggling voice. I immediately started pulling her leggings down so that I uncover the beautiful cock and balls that I had seen happily hanging, stiff and free, from below on my deck while she was masturbating above to the empty space. She was really hard and I wanted to have her cock in my mouth to suck in dry. As soon as I managed to remove her leggings down her soft legs she swiftly turned around to face me, got on her fours, and started licking the length of my long cock over the stretched legging; it was so stretched that it became almost transparent on all the surface enhanced by the volume of my cock so I could really see the contact of Lisa's tongue tip and the skin of my shaft with a strong tingling, cool feeling produced by the wet contact of flesh, saliva, lycra, and skin, all pressing together. Lisa's tongue felt fantastic as she grabbed my inner thighs to stay in a stable position and continue delineating with her pointy tip the edges of the mound made by my hardening cock, then pressing along its axis on the swollen central tract, and the she took her time compressing her tongue on the tip where the first drops of precum were permeating to the surface of the legging creating thicker wet stains. I was oozing more and more. "Lisa... remove my leggings!" I asked urgently. My cock needed to be free and have her tongue touch directly my tensed skin.
PS 2. I have been asked a few times if I am gay, usually by close friends in personal conversations. I took no offense. David and Sarah asked. I thought about it: I pictured Sarah and David naked. We were at the beach in Greece. I was naked (as is allowed) but they were not. She was a lively, happy and slightly chubby woman; he was a tall, handsome, Kevin Bacon-type of guy. So I told them "I am not, guys... I would have sex with you, Sarah". I did not tell them that if Sarah had had a cock it would have been much better. David, even with a cock, and handsome as hell, was not on my radar.