Two for One or Two for Two
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Posted:Sep 17, 2014 6:28 am
Last Updated:Feb 9, 2015 2:30 pm
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For the record this was the summer of 2008. Prior to meeting Darius, Mila and I had been getting up to stuff. By that I mean, with her living in PA and me living at the Jersey Shore, often we’d want to get together but being about an hour and a half apart, there really is no meet in the middle, unless we met in the woods somewhere. So one night, in early July we were on the phone both itching to get out and head to Philly. We both had an even bigger itch that couldn’t quite be scratched so what’s a couple of single girls to do??
Flip through the black book.
I found two suitable possibilities and called them up. “Hey my girlfriend and I are headed to Old city tonight, wanna come?”
Both said yes.
Neither knew of the other one.
Duplicitous? Maybe.
But hell, people do it all the time, and only one of them would probably show up anyway.
I let Mila know what was going on and we made arrangements to meet up. I got ready and hopped in my car and headed to Philly.
Once I met up with Mila, we decided neither guy was going to show, and laughed about it. But as we stood on the street in front of the bar where we said we would be, along comes Shane. Uhhhh okay, so Shane shows up. He’s tall and handsome. Athletic. Mila and I were laughing hysterically, Shane wanted in on the joke, then it happened. Mila and Shane recognized each other. It had been a few years, but they were already familiar, in the biblical sense. WOW, who knew? Small world.
The three of us stepped inside the bar, and Shane let us know he got a room at the Holiday Inn, in case things got out of control. It was around that time I saw him. Andrew showed up too.
WHAT THE FUCK!
He was very tall around 6’5”, and handsome. A clean cut, sort of nerdy type.
I figured at least one of them wouldn’t show. Mila let Shane know we called for backup because we figured he wasn’t going to come. He was, after all coming from closer to NYC than Philly.
Andrew passed the bar, and I ran out after him. While chatting on the way back to the bar he let me know he got a room at the Marriott. NICE!
We DRANK! The four of us. Andrew was a little confused by Shane’s presence, but not enough to dampen the mood. We laughed, joked, and had a blast! I was really drunk.
At one point, I went into the bathroom, Andrew followed me in. As I washed my hands, he bent me over the sink and slipped his long, thick cock in between my wet, slippery pussy lips. He pulled me up by my shoulder and kissed my neck. He pumped his cock inside me for a few more thrusts, and then promised more later, and left the bathroom.
I was so hot for him. I wanted to leave right then. BUT, we stayed a while longer. Long enough for me to get sloppy, I drank too much. By the time we left the bar, Mila and Shane were headed to the Holiday Inn and Andrew and I to the Marriott.
Mila and I didn’t typically separate like that, but we kept checking in with each other through text and what not.
Andrew and I took a cab to the Marriott. When we got there, Andrew got out ahead of me, and just as I was getting out of the cab, I got sick. I just missed him. I finished throwing up in the planters outside the hotel.
Classy.
Thankfully I had a toothbrush and stuff in my bag.
He made some sort of comment about me holding my liquor, and guided me up to his room. I immediately took a shower and brushed my teeth.
As soon as I came out of the bathroom in my towel, the game was ON! We made out for a long time, deep kissing, while his large hands explored my body. They rested between my legs while his mouth explored my large breasts. He sucked my nipples hard, as I continued to get more and more wet. I grabbed at his clothes, I wanted to feel his enormous cock in my hands. He helped me with his belt, button and zipper, and finally I could get a good look at his tool. I was hungry for it. Probably because of the alcohol, but I seemed more eager than usual to get fucked.
At some point his cock was in my mouth, and try as I might, it was just too big to take it all the way in, plus I was afraid I might still have that pesky alcohol In my stomach that might want to make another appearance. But he licked my pussy while I sucked him for a while, until he finally flipped me on my stomach, ferociously pulled my hips up and slammed his big thick dick into my waiting wet cunt.
He pounded and pounded away. I am not even sure if he ever came. I did.
Several times.
He went on for hours. I just kept cumming. Changing positions every so often, but no matter the position, I fucked him back. Kissing, touching, and fucking.
Eventually, we went to sleep. I may have slept about 90 minutes before I felt like I should get my shit together and find out about Mila’s night.
I called her, and we decided to meet up for breakfast back in Old City at the Snow White. Within the hour we had both said good bye to our “dates” and were sitting down to breakfast.
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