Couch fucking duet
“A very long time.”
“And we LIKE men!” Lena insisted. “Especially men who are serious about
their pleasures–and like to take their time with them. Are you like that,
Frank? Because if you are–”
“IF you are, we’d VERY much like to take you home.”
Frank licked his lips. “Let’s go.”

At the house we stripped off our leathers and warmed up with a cup of hot
tea apiece. Then Lena and I led Frank into our bedroom. As we had pushed our
bikes into the garage earlier we had decided what we were going to do. Now I
put my arms around Frank and began to kiss him. He was an incredible kisser,
slow and tantalizing. We kissed and undressed, then I pushed him down on the
bed and lay on top of him, naked skin on hot, naked skin, and while my mouth
and my naked thighs against his erection distracted him, Lena captured his arms
and legs and tied him to the bed.

I don’t think he realized he was caught until she tightened the bonds and
I rolled off him. “Don’t worry,” Lena told him. “It’s just that, well, the
trouble with men is that they’re just not patient. And we want to take you
slo-o-owly.” She leaned down and kissed his mouth, nibbled his ear lobe, then
knelt between his spread legs and began, with excruciating slowness, to lick
and then suck his balls. Frank groaned and rolled his eyes. I lay back and
enjoyed as Lena tormented him.







