Don't stop now," Frank said as he took my hand and placed it around his shaft. Holding a strange dick in my hand felt wholly different than holding my...own. He used his hands to grip my mine around his shaft. "Go ahead. Pump that cock," he cooed as he led my hand up and down his shaft. "That's right. Stroke it. Just like that." A few thrusts later, he let go and I continued to pump him without his help. I was masturbating two dicks at that point - one my own, the other Frank's. I've fantasized. It was amazing. You caressed my mouth with your soft lips – and explored my teeth with your tongue. Leaving me breathless, you sat next to me, turned my barstool towards you, put both legs on the outside of mine and gazed at me. Finally, you said hello. We started out with small talk but the electricity was so thick our minds would not stay focused. You ordered a glass of white wine for yourself and, taking a sip, kissed me and forced the tart tasting liquid into my mouth. God. You then took. He felt his cock start to soften and he was sad. He would have liked to stay in this pussy a little longer. He softened quickly and felt himself slip out of her hole. The coolness of the water shrunk him even farther. He looked down to see a small piece of flesh where his huge cock was a moment ago. He tucked it back into his trunks. Jennifer felt his warm cum hit her deep in her belly. He stayed in her for at least three loads, she thought. He pulled out and she felt the cool water. I slowly released my hold as I ordered you to turn around.You looked down at me, grabbing onto and gently holding the swollen cock pointing directly at your belly. “What are you wanting?” as your eyes glanced at mine. I knelt down in front of you. You had not expected that. My hands grasping your ass as I leaned forward into you. I loved tracing my tongue over and around the contours of your thighs and hips…briefly licking at the edging of your thong as it laid tight against your skin. I knew.