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The same place (Pt 2)
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We left off in Part 1 where she pulled me down to her on the bed and began squeezing me with her thighs.

Her partner was standing there, limp, perhaps half mast. I didn't know if his cock was still on its way down or if it fact was on its way back up, becoming aroused again.

She and I were kissing, tongue-deep. Her legs were wide open and up in the air while one foot was pushing against my arse forcing me hard up against her. My cock, balls and pelvic area were very wet, grinding away at her. My shaft was well placed against her hole, her arse and everywhere in between while she squirmed; he watched on looking puzzled, yet amused. 'We've never done this' she had said.

The guys next door became restless, chanting and jeering. Eyes moved around while presumably they were pushing and shoving each other trying to get a look through. The partner would have been well aware of the hole by now, and she gazed at it with one eye and had the other half closed.

She was rocking me while she grunted, as if we were actually having sex but I hadn't penetrated her. The onlooking audience wouldn't have known this; we appeared to them as two bodies seemingly going at it. Her man then took up a corner position, cock harder now; cuckold.

I began to feel her hand push down on my head, as if guiding me 'down there'. I slid down and at the same time turned her around so the audience could get a birds-eye view of her snatch, and me eating it. It was extremely wet. I drove my tongue in deep while she played with her boob. She then pulled one of my hands up and massaged over the top of mine, onto her breast. It was firm, pointing straight up to the ceiling. Silicon implants probably, her nipples were small; sharp and faultless.

She worked my thumb and forefinger so I'd have the nipple clamped between them. She pinched them up tight and drew them away from her chest stretching her nipple out until we lost grip - Then again, and again.

Her other hand found my other one, drawing it hard up against her opening why I gnawed at her clit. "Bite it" she said. More cheers from next door could be heard, she was groaning loudly.

I slid a finger in, then two. She was bucking like a bronco and the pressure she applied herself had almost turned her inside out around the crutch area. I could feel her hole gasp, if not; lunge at me but not spraying however more like a 'raspberry kiss' affect, sending doses of juice against my chin and neck. She was wet, I was wet; the bed was drenched.

Her guy stood up, erect and appeared to be ready again. His cock was probably quite shorter than mine, possibly at six inches plus, but very thick. His body was normal, being average however quite solid. He stood around five feet eight; neither he nor she had tattoos.

She continued to throw her body around; meanwhile I must have looked like I'd had a fight with an alien. Hair and face wet like I'd just been slimed. Both the smell and taste of her juices were sweet, like ripe fruit, delicious and attractive.

Her clit was medium-sized, but big enough that it peeled back like a hood when pressured. It was sensitive, yet robust; she jolted while she enjoyed it being wrestled by my tongue.

She threw my hand against her crutch harder. A good part of it slid into her wet hole. "More!" she called. "I want it all!" I forced a good part of my hand well inside her; I could feel her vaginal muscles contract and release; contract and release, several times.

She was screaming. The whole establishment would have heard her, and did, judging by the sound of footsteps outside the door. I could hear too, commands to open the door to the cock-hole adjoining room. "Let me in!" we could hear, many more vying to watch through the hole - these guys obviously knew of the room set-up.

The guys next door dismissed the calls; they continued to watch on, but more quietly than they had before.

My entire hand had almost penetrated her. I licked her clit, and I licked her hole, where it was tight having had my hand in her. She was wild, screaming and still bucking around.

She began to roar "Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled, she was about to climax. I worked harder 'down there' and didn't let up. I could feel all her insides `was like putting your hand in a wrist-deep into a bucket of oysters. It was wild.

Her guy was tugging madly at his cock; this wasn't something he wasn't going to enjoy as well. The guys next door were still a little quiet, probably more intrigued, and surely cocks in hand, wanking madly.

She exploded into orgasm just as I released my hand from her hole. It was followed by a thrust of slippery juice, again like a raspberry-kiss; hitting me directly in the face. She pulled me back up to her face again and kissed me, saying "That was awesome! Thank you!" Neither I nor her man had orgasmed.

"That's it then" he said, "She's not good at backing up"

'Farg' I thought. Here I am, harder than ever and that's it?

It wasn't such a big deal - she was fantastic. Loving, and for her first time doing this, electric.

She remained laid on the bed, legs tightly closed and still moving around a little while softly massaging her boobs. She was content and still breathing heavily.
The shuffle next door could only suggest some went, some new guys entered. Eyes were still on us but she'd forgotten about the hole in the wall.

Her guy walked closer to us and I brought myself to my feet at the end of the bed. He leaned over and began to cuddle her.

There was not regret with anyone with what had just occurred, but I considered he was consoling her - a job well done.

I stood back a little, still very much erect; looked back at them. They were a loving couple.

They stayed there for another five minutes or so, and he kissed her neck and made whispered gestures in her ear. She giggled.

She'd sat up but was still very much folded. I could see nothing except a glimpse of her pussy as she huddled. She was done.

He continued to laugh with her and whisper sweet little nothings into her ear while she continued to giggle. I had no idea what he was saying but I presumed he was affirming their decision that to do these things were OK, and assuring her all was still good and he loved her to death.

It was a great thing to see. Meanwhile, I was still hard at eight inches and no one next door was going anywhere, especially if some of them were viewing this for their first time.

Was it judgement day?

The guys next door presumably saw it only as an intermission. I wish I could have agreed. Everything was quiet excepting the murmurs from him and her, and the sounds of his lips on her neck as he continued to consol her.

Her body (as firm as it was) looked tired and beaten, like she'd just done five rounds in a bout. Rest assured, it was nothing I did, it was one hundred percent attributed to the energy she put into her own orgasm. That was for sure.

She began to loosen up a little, sprawling her body out more. She had become more relaxed but I still stood there like a spare dick at a wedding… hard and standing, not knowing whether to let myself out, or not.

We waved me closer and I moved in as they still embraced. His arms were waving madly; I didn't really know what it was he wanted me to do. So I stood there – cock up, until I was pulled into a somewhat group hug.

She kissed me, again thanking me for what we'd done. Her guy pushed us up closer and it seemed that now, I was the one consoling her and kissing her around the neck.

Her body eased more and began to unfold a little; we continued to kiss while her man stood back and watched.
"You want him don't you?" he asked her. She made no reply but held me a little tighter.

Still kissing her and working my way around her neck, she began to guide me to her boobs. I sucked her nipples and man-handled her thirty-sixes. They weren't going anywhere. I pulled at them – pushed and gave them a good workout but they sprung straight back into position again. It was fun seeing this, and even more fun, her; feeling it. She was well aware of what I was trying to do and her groans were sign enough that she was well on her way to orgasm number two.

She pulled me over the bed and on top of her proper. I could still smell her on my hands each time they passed my face. In fact, the whole room smelled of her.

They guys next door had become more aroused, yet there were little or no voices that could be heard. They continued to watch and again she had a firm eye on the guys watching her.

She pushed my eight inches into her hole with no hesitation at all, sounding off a loud scream when the head bottomed against the back of her vagina.

Albeit I'd had my entire hand in there, she felt tight and possibly one of the best fucks I'd had. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my torso, again, and in rhythm; worked to pressure me hard against her so she could take it all. She felt absolutely adorable. Very, very wet still but it was like something very new, even if it wasn't.

I began to slowly fuck her. I was extremely close to blowing but considered things like ATO, Global Warming and our Federal Government's deficit to keep me from spoiling the moment I'd been waiting for. Did it help? Hell no. She felt so good that it was hard to think of anything else than what I was doing at the time.

By geez she felt good. If ever a robotic protocol for the perfect example of a cunt be designed, this was certainly the one scientists need to clone. I could feel everything about her insides, and everything about her that was happening on the outside as well. She was shunting harder than a diesel locomotive.

I hadn't considered a condom, nor did I even have time to slap one on. I figured that in her and her man's urgency to get this happening, they didn't care too much either. He at this time was close and wanking like there was no tomorrow because he knew after all, just how good she really was pleasing in bed.

The eyes through the cock-hole were wide, but still no one said anything.

"Take me from behind" she said, looking at both me and the guys through the hole.

We changed positions and again I was hard inside her. More noise now though; the squishing of skin on skin through a corridor of fluid sent soundwaves throughout the lower floor that again had many a guy queued up at the door trying to listen in on the action.

She was loud. Whispers became a shout, "Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me!"

The room sounded like a Chinese Laundry. Her and I calling out, agitations, twisting of clothes entangled within each other, suffice to say there were no clothes worn in this room. But all the same, it was hot, steamy and the sound of fluid anxiety couldn't disguise itself.

I had the perfect vantage point, she was bent over in front of me - faced buried on the surface of the bed... taking it like she was a mare on heat; her partner was close by attacking his cock like he'd been a bad boy; the guys next door looking me almost in the eye while I sunk my cock deep inside her. How does a guy hold himself back?

She fanny-farted over and over again, the jeers next door again became vocal. Each time I logged in, she farted. Each time she farted, we heard a cheer from the guys (through the hole), next door.

I was at point blank. She felt great and I couldn't find anything that would perturb me from blowing. Meanwhile, she was close to a climax too, her guy was still close and point blank just like me until a cock appeared through the hole in the wall.

'Oh! What now???' I wondered.

It was like getting to the end of a Seinfeld sitcom and the punch line interrupted by a news bulletin.

'Hello'?? I wondered, 'Do you know what's going down here?' But this cock was nothing like I'd ever seen man gifted with; possibly Hispanic, perhaps Mediterranean. It wasn't Black African, maybe it was a dildo?

It poked through the cock-hole, at least a foot long; given the thickness of the wall, maybe a foot and half inch; maybe thirteen. But it looked more like a foot than it did a cock. The thing was massive.

She could not take her eyes off it. None of us could.

We continued to pump, now: something had taken my mind off blowing my load.

The hole in the wall was to her right, as she was bent over the bed in front of me. She had to look up, and a little back to me to get a good view. For me, it was very much in line with my head, and very much in my face but she made it perfectly clear she wanted to twist around, keeping good fix on it.

It sat there, idle. Just poked through the wall but throbbed. The circumference of this thing was the size of my wrist. And I'm not a small guy by any means.

How this concludes can be appreciated in Pt 3 - the final chapter of "The same place", coming soon. Please keep your votes up. Make it worth the while to share this stuff many thanks!