Going With the Flow

Sometimes you have to just lie back and watch the world spin by.  I could have said, "lie back and enjoy it," but that seems both disrespectful to rape victims and also implies that one must enjoy things, which is crap.  There are many things that can be taken, but not necessarily enjoyed.  And anyway, this isn't about enjoyment, it's about letting things happen and not trying to control things that can't be.

Pam (you remember Pam?  She's a tag over on the left, if you don't) is glowing.  She's taken to pregnancy really well.  She's barely even showing, but she has this mother-to-be look that's just sexy as hell.

I suppose I should back up.  So Pam's keeping the baby.  And it sounds like she and Kirk are okay with that.  I haven't heard any wedding plans mooted, but in this day and age and so forth.  They've got a few months to get used to the idea yet.  I'm not saying it's an ideal situation, but what is, really?

Anyway, she's glowing.  Yesterday was my day off, sort of, and in the afternoon I got a message from her asking if I wanted to come over.  I ticked it over for a while in my brain, I'll admit; I wasn't feeling terribly social, but on the other hand I haven't had any fun in a while now.  So I finally said, "Hey, sure, I'll be over this evening after dinner."  Going with the flow.  Can you sense a theme?

Before dinner, Dad came home and had to leave soon thereafter for a meeting, and it came down to whether to eat a rushed dinner or have a bit of sex with his girl, and I'm pleased to report that sex was what was chosen.  It was actually the first time we'd had a chance in days, and I wish we could have had more time.  I was in my undies in preparation for going out later, having showered and performed my various ablutions, and when he said, "Girly, got fifteen minutes for your old man?" I just pulled my panties back off and got on all fours.  He just pulled his pants down and got behind me, and when his hands gripped my waist I felt a little tingle which shortly blossomed into orgasm as he thrust into my cunt without needing to aim.

I went to Pam's with cum still oozing around inside me.  I didn't think it would be a big deal.  She and Kirk were both there watching TV, Kirk in nothing but a pair of shorts, Pam in a nightgown.  I was all set to say, "Oops, sorry, I'm too late, I should go," but they invited me in, said they were expecting me.

Pretense dropped like a ton of bricks, because I'm on something of a low-tact diet at the moment.  "You two want to fuck?" I said, almost not questioning it.

"Pam told me how she kissed you," said Kirk.  "I'd like to see that again."  And he pulled off his shorts and was standing there in the living room with his cock sticking out and bobbing around.  I guess I must have given off the right vibes or something.  "You wet yet?"

Like I said, he's country-fried.  It didn't seem like he was being all macho, just being down to earth about it.  He wanted it, she wanted it, I wanted it, so why were we still wearing underwear?  Pam looked a little embarrassed, but she pulled her slip over her head and was standing there in panties, which were much better looking than the first ones I saw her in, little lace numbers with a high-cut leg that would have looked like shit on me but for her they worked, possibly because of the slight swell of hips and stomach.

So who was I to hold back?  I mean, I'd just had sex not an hour before, but I was definitely ready for more.  And there I was standing there in a coat in front of two naked people.  It felt awkward to be clothed.  I took my coat off, then pulled my blouse over my head, then pulled off shoes and pants, and finally pulled off my bra and panties for good measure.  "Okay, Pam, wanna show Kirk your stuff?" I asked her, coming close and putting a hand on her shoulder.

She really wanted to try for him, but kissing was all she would do.  Still, it was nice to kiss her, to stroke her a little down her flanks, which were soft and inviting but didn't offer any additional help in terms of desire.  Eventually, I suggested that we suck Kirk's cock together, which she was much more into.  We knelt in front of him, side by side, and he passed his cock from mouth to mouth for a while before he said, "Pammy, open wide," with a grimace and then started to stroke his cock until several jets of cum sprayed into her mouth.  She didn't seem to mind when I cleaned him up and sucked the dregs out of his softening shaft.

"How long have you been planning this?" I asked as we walked toward the bedroom.

"Kirk's been talking about it ever since the first time," said Pam with a little grin.  "I wasn't sure, after... you know, the baby, but I think it'll be good.  You don't mind?"

"Mind?"  I ran a hand down the small of her back to her ass and patted it.  It wasn't really sexual, just sort of friendly.  "Of course not."  With a bit of encouragement, she put her hand on my ass too, just resting it there.  Kirk liked seeing that.

"You want to eat her out again?" he asked me.

Of course I did, but this time I wasn't going to take advantage.  "Pam, you okay with that?"

"I guess."  She smiled a bit thinly, but she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.  Her pussy isn't this little thing like one sees in porno; she has a woman's pussy, full, dark pink, with folds of fleshy lips that spread slightly when she opens her thighs, revealing a ruddy interior just dying to be tasted.  "Do I have to do it to you?"  She was looking at Kirk.  I answered before he had a chance.

"No hun, you don't have to do anything.  You're beautiful; I could just look at you."  Kirk had his hand on his cock stroking, so he probably agreed.

But he said, "Come on Pam, you said you'd try it."  I get the feeling I was in the middle of a debate on what Pam would and wouldn't try.

"I'll stop when you want me to," I said.  She nodded, looking at Kirk, not me.  He was quite close to us, watching, as I began slowly kissing just above her clit, which was already in evidence.  I imagined I could feel her baby inside her too.  I slipped my fingers into my mouth and then ran them over her lips, pressing in slightly but not penetrating, until she was relaxed, then I started slowly moving my middle finger into her passage.  I don't know enough about pregnant women, but she was still quite tight; I imagine that things only loosen up later, or maybe not until after the birth.  Tight for a preggo, anyway.

I noticed that she and Kirk were kissing, his hand on her breast, which had perhaps grown a little since I saw her last, or maybe it was just my wishful mind.  They seemed fuller, if not larger.  Then I was running my tongue slowly over the top of the arch, while my finger curled up a little and stroked her, and she spread her legs wider, inviting me for the first time, so I sucked the nub of her clit, a little smaller than my pinkie, with my lips around the hood, gently, while easing another finger into her.

When she came, it was small and I only knew it for sure because she moaned, "I'm cumming," like she was in a porno.  It was all for Kirk's benefit.  Her hand was stroking his cock, and I was basically nothing more than a sex toy, but it didn't matter.  She got wetter and warmer and I felt her opening a little, and that was all, a slight tension released.

At that point, I was hoping, praying that Kirk might let me keep getting his baby-momma off and get back there and fuck me, but they rolled together, his cock jutting into my ear until I took the hint and moved so he could reach down and insert himself into her, then begin slowly thrusting into her thighs, his balls rocking between his legs, his asshole tensing and relaxing slightly with each thrust.  I got up to the side of them and made myself available, and I got a few kisses, deep tongue-laden snogs, from him as he fucked her.  His hand roved to my breasts too as I lay there next to them.

I was forced to play with myself a little, enjoying the warm bodies next to me but unable to get any real satisfaction from them.  My fingers teased my joy buzzer until I had a small, back-arching O.  Then I went down to see what was going on on the business side, which was when Kirk pulled her onto him and she started riding.  I don't think she minded that I kissed her ass cheeks a little, or stroked his balls with wet fingers until he grunted and I felt the seed race up the passages and into her.  She pulled up immediately upon the first spurt, and the rest spilled out all over, which amused me because it wasn't like she could get knocked up twice.  I guess old habits die hard, and in this case the habit was a really bad one because I'm sure she got enough of it to knock her up had that been possible.

She let me clean him off, but hopped up to clean herself off, and I confess that by the time she got back, my cleaning had led to trying desperately to get him up again for one of my own.  She sat there and watched and stroked her pussy, but made no move to join in.  "Do you two do any anal?" I asked.  "I mean, you'll probably want to add that to the repertoire, after the baby comes."  I don't really know why I said that.

Pam looked a little taken aback, not shocked, just startled, like she hadn't expected me to say it, which I can't blame her for.  "Do you?" she asked.

"Get a condom and watch me go," I said by way of response.  They didn't have any, silly kids, so I ran and got one, by which time I was sure Pam would have upstaged me and started fucking him again.  But when I got back, there she was, there he was, same positions as before, only with an eager look on their faces.  It was really sexy, seeing both of them looking at me like I would be the main attraction.

I didn't have any lube, but the condom was lubed and after I rolled it on him I dipped myself down on him a few times to get some pussy juices working too.  Then I squatted over him, in a position I don't often find myself in anal, and eased my butt down until his head popped into my anus, at which point he said to her, "Wow."  Maybe it was to me, but he was looking at her.  She came closer, and when I prompted, she held his cock up so I could ease down on it, although she seemed a little tense about being so close to my ass.  It's okay; I understand.

Once he was buried in my colon, I sat for a moment, feeling the wonderful fullness, then his hands moved to my hips and started bouncing me a little.  Pam was behind us watching his cock jut up into my asshole, and I felt her stroking his balls beneath me.  We moved for a while, not really moving his cock in and out, just grinding and bouncing, until the pressure of his bone on my clit got me off, and he said, "Wow," again as the orgasm worked through my ass.

After that, I got off and on all fours, and after warning him to be gentle with me, let him work his cock back into my ass from behind.  Pam was right there looking at it; I felt her hand on the small of my back, just above my tailbone.  It wouldn't surprise me at all if they started in on anal soonest; she was fascinated by it.

In the end, he pulled off his condom and shot his load on my back, and Pam hopped up to get me a towel to clean it off.  It wasn't exactly what I would have hoped for; I would have liked my own creampie, or for her at least to clean me up herself.  But it was okay.  And I lay back and let them go off for a few minutes, then come back and fuck again, right next to me, which his hand sometimes delving down to my pussy and stroking me until I came a last, minor time.  He came on her belly, and I couldn't help but lick that up, feeling the warmth inside her, or maybe that was just my imagination.  Soon, when she really starts showing, then I'll be unable to resist kissing her belly as often as I can.

They were curled up, not fucking, just cuddling, but they broke away from each other when I sat up, and Pam even gave me a tentative goodnight kiss, before returning to their cocoon.  They probably fell asleep before I left.  I went home and wished I could have curled up with my own sweetie, but when I called her, she wasn't there.  Ah well.

Anyway, not a bad story, and more fun than I've had in a while.  It didn't really make me feel better afterward, but it took my mind off things.  And since I can't deny that I need to blog about things, I went with it and blogged, even if I had more important things to do.  Can't stop that crazy old world spinning 'round.