The hard sex story of a psychologist (part III): Blowjobs - Erotic story

Here is the third erotic story of this popular hard sex series. His title “Blowjobs” seems to say it all, but there is much more … I can only tell you that, at this point, Elsa is a wild beast determined to consummate her wildest desires.

If you wish, you can start the series here: The hard sex story of a psychologist (part I): Voyeur . Or continue in The Hard Sex Story of a Psychologist (Part II): the car .

If you already read them, delight yourself with this oral sex delivery …

Ricardo brushed my mouth away from his penis. Not because the blowjob he was doing displeased him, but rather because of some kind of childish modesty that, impulsively, arose when Joseph warned us that we were arriving at the West Park.

“Park on the Paseo de Ruperto Chapí,” Raul said to Jose, while pulling his fingers from my vagina.

“A little below where the bus is taken, José,” Angel confirmed.

We briefly recomposed ourselves, as if nothing had happened. Each discreetly fastening the pants, and I clumsily placing the thong, lowering the dress and resituting my breasts.

We park beyond the canopies, near a small hut hidden among the pines and cedars that surround the outside of the park, and that keep their walks and secrets.

We left the car almost silently. The lanterns shone in the shadows of the night and of the trees a kind of collective instinctive shame, from which I tried to get away immediately.

  • Well, where is the party, guys? –I asked to break the ice, coming out of the spotlights and going to the booth. Everyone smiled, except Ricardo.

“I'm going to call Eva.” He told me that he was going to be around here with his friends from the main school - he explained with a serious countenance, while he took that prehistoric cell phone and separated a few meters, as if he were going to order a stock exchange operation.

Angel began a banal conversation about summer male fever to avoid the bad mood that began to reign, encouraging José and Raúl to participate in it. I just thought about fucking. To keep fucking …

  • Guys, excuse me to interrupt your philosophical debate about the heat it is doing and the perverse consequences of summer, but I feel like a drink. In fact, I want another rum with coke - I told them with the arrogance that gave me the only girl in the group. Actually, what I wanted was an excuse to spend the night with them and experience the most libertine, thug and carefree group sex. My body called for more war; He wanted to know what a first-hand orgy was, and one of those troubles that could ruin it could be his little friend, Eva.

At that moment, Ricardo returned hanging up the phone.

“I've caught Eva going back to her high school.” But, I have convinced her to turn around and join us, ”he said haughtily. Apparently, the others went to a party in Pacha, ”he added.

  • It seems fantastic that Eva joins us. I don't know who he is, but I find it ideal of death. Now I want a drink now! Any ideas?

“Eva brings leftover liquors from the bottle,” Ricardo replied immediately …

The idea I had built of him, during all those years; all wet dreams; every time I had masturbated … Even the mischievous and sensual dust that we had thrown into the Faculty, vanished, disfiguring itself in the form of morally dominant cutlery. It had just become the balance of macho justice, detestable flesh of promise from the eyes of a silent Inquisition. That fiery body that an hour ago loved me, that sensually split me, had transformed into a penetrating look that labeled me as the most detestable fox, the new whore from Babylon. But, I was not going to fall into that trap.

  • Great, spirits and another woman who cheers the night! I exclaimed, with a smile from ear to ear.

“Well, for me the night is being very happy, Elsa,” Angel murmured, crestfallen and with a mischievous smile of satisfaction. Probably, the recent images in which I masturbated in the car or in which I watched Ricardo fuck me in the bed of the Faculty passed through his mind.

There was a little silence, and we all laughed out loud. Everyone except Ricardo.

  • I think I'm going to meet him. Eva does not know the park very well - she explained with a serious tone, pretending to look at the cell phone and stepping out with a brief fuss to indicate that she was returning.

At that moment, we looked at each other as children look for a leader who directs them to consummate the devil.

-What happens? - Raul asked, shrugged his shoulders.

“What to all men,” I said, staring into his eyes. Pueriles jealous without foundation … But do not worry, we will have a much better time without him … and without his friend. Do you want to organize a small party?

“We've been trying for a while,” Angel replied.

  • Well, listen: we will continue this path until we find a remote bank where we can be at ease. But, one of you has to take care of bringing the glasses. What do you think?

Joseph was the shyest of the three, and the one who hadn't done anything with me yet. So, he offered to go for drinks. Angel joined as a good friend, leaving me alone with Raul.

-Are you afraid? - I asked the moment they marched.

  • Why should I have it? He replied with a slight stutter.

“It's what it looks like,” I whispered, approaching straight ahead.

I hung on his shoulders and began to kiss her neck. He stood still, did nothing, but his body was receptive. His skin responded to the caresses of my tongue that, now, spun wet in circles around his jugular, tensing the tendons. Intermittently, my mouth pretended to grab its muscles and lobes and intercalated again with more tongue … And my nails on its torso.

“Fuck Elsa, you're putting me a hundred …” he confessed.

“You're not really excited yet,” I replied defiantly, posing my palms on his chest.

I separated a meter and ordered him not to look away from me. I started to undress. His eyes were out of the sockets. The more I noticed his unease, the more it excited me. I took off all my clothes, pounced on him with my bristly and rocky breasts, and threw ourselves on the grass.

That was probably the moment I scratched his shirt. I found myself drugged again by another wave of ardent desire and sexual excitement that haunted me and, without forgiveness, annihilated any possible resistance of Raul. He got carried away too much, so I restrained my wolf instincts. I sat astride his gut and grabbed him lightly by the shirt to look him in the eyes, now fragile and submissive.

-Okay, Raul. I'm only going to ask you once: Do you want to fuck me?

  • Sure, Elsa. But, all this is giving me a bit of a cut. I think I need a little more alcohol to take it on …

-But you want? Yes or no? - I asked once more.

-Yes! –Exclaimed shouting.

For a moment we laugh … We smile and sweetly kiss. I don't know how long I was on top of him, stroking his face and kissing him tenderly as if I had fallen in love. But, I know that the romantic moment suddenly ended when we heard Angel and Joseph approaching from afar.

“Do you want me to help you get dressed?” –Raul asked me hurriedly.

  • Are you going to get jealous like Ricardo if they see me naked?

“No, of course not,” he said honestly.

José and Ángel were slowing the pace as they approached, certainly incredulous … I suppose the question of whether I was really naked was spinning through their minds.

  • Guys, come! - I exhorted them with joy. You should not be afraid of a naked woman, your gender has bitten the apple for a long time

They arrived with a smile so childish, naughty and speechless, as charming. They opened a bottle and poured drinks. I invited them to talk about everything that had happened during the night … Naked, in front of them, asking them to be honest with their feelings. And they talked. And we laughed … Until I took out my theatrical side and became serious and, with the most histrionically vicious and perverse melody, I told them to lower their pants.

-What? - José exclaimed, almost choked.

–I'm going to make some blowjobs that you can't forget. Or do you prefer me to say fellatio so that it sounds more refined?

The three left their glasses on the ground and unbuttoned almost in unison. I told them to come closer. I let my knees fall on the fine dirt of the path. Raúl was on one side and José on the other, so I ordered Angel to put his penis in my mouth, while grabbing his friends’ dicks, getting acquainted with them.

I had never done anything remotely similar, except in my wettest dreams. I had to concentrate to keep my balance and rhythm. Alcohol didn't help but, the heat that flowed through my pores, the fire that burned in my veins, could with everything.

I squeezed his penises with the palms of my hands so that when I lowered the skin of one, my fingers felt the glans of the other. My tongue played with the Angel member inside my mouth; as if he were doing a massage, he pressed the tip of his tongue against his frenulum and absorbed with his lips; he laid it on his foreskin and absorbed again. For a few seconds, I was trying to get a deep throat, so that I could feel my bell and the pressure of my pharynx against his glans. I wanted to keep him in that state for a while, but he couldn't contain himself …

Smooth, groaned and discreetly he pulled away to pour himself a drink at the bank. I stayed with José and Raúl, looking at them on their knees.

–Who wants to be next? - I asked which schoolgirl.

As they stuttered unintelligible words, I decided on José's penis with the intention of leaving me the best for last … I remember that, to the point of licking his member with wild intensity, he emitted a sound of absolute pleasure that came accompanied by another voice from the Dark distance in the park. They were Ricardo and Eva.