Kinky Secrets of the Suburbs – Part 3

My brain was awash in the same electric colors I felt when my penis was spraying semen into Lisa’s pussy. But this taste was more pure, selfless and innocent.

“Go back downstairs to Lisa. But I want you to think about that taste. You can have it all the time, if you want.”

I stumbled toward the door. My penis was erect, a third leg. I could barely walk. It was massively prominent.

I turned back to Terry and swept her up in my arms. We kissed and kissed. To my knowledge, none of the fellas had ever been this close to the tipping point. We were all friends. We were not lovers. I wondered what would happen next.

Teralynn unbuckled my belt.

By the time I returned to the reception, the party was in full swing. Everyone was dancing. The music was loud. I’d been gone thirty-five minutes. No one missed me… except Lisa. And when our eyes met, she looked at me as if she’d counted my erections before I’d left and when I’d returned, I was a couple of boners short.

Indeed, Teralynn and I had fornicated fiercely twice in the span of five minutes. People who’ve wondered after each other for years tend to cum early and often. I don’t even think our session lasted five minutes. I think it took one minute for us to bust two nuts—standing up. And then we took four minutes to recover, kissing and mumbling and going on like that. I wiped the sweat from her brow and made sure not to spill semen on her bride’s maid’s dress, although I noticed more than a few dark spots on her panties, which had been brusquely pushed to the side.

Making my way back downstairs. I knew enough about women to gussy myself up a bit before returning to the party. I went into a public bathroom and washed my dick with soap. Women can smell the scent of other women on a man. They especially can detect the scent of pussy on a dick, especially if it’s not their own.

Two days into my relationship with Lisa and I was already creeping. My first thought was to arrange to spend the night at the Sheraton, not the Hilton. I thought it would be easier to leave Lisa’s room and get downstairs to Terry’s room if I spent the night at the Sheraton. Kinky Secrets!

I put on my best “I ain’t did nuttin’” face and asked Lisa to dance. I noticed that Terry had returned to her seat by then. Lisa did not look happy.

“You’ve been gone an awful long time,” she said.

“Kinky Secrets !!” I said.