Page 22 of The Man with a Treasure

She smiled at me then faced the back wall. “Does anyone want to touch it?” She laughed some more when Sal and I bumped and fought each other for the first touch.

Mystified, Sal and I inspected, touching the flat part of the plastic and the personal parts of her spread cheeks, sure to touch her vagina, too.

As her breathing changed, my dick pulsed, as it always did for her.

With an erection pushing against his pants, Sal asked, “Can we see the rest of it?”

Aroused, Noemi nodded. “But spit on me before sliding it back in.”

Sal and I recoiled, me explaining, “We could never disrespect you like that.”

Pushing off the ground to face us on her knees—causing Sal to cry out his disappointment—she smacked his bare chest then told me, “Let me see your hand.” I held up my hand but stopped breathing altogether when she slipped two of my fingers into her mouth. She wet them with her saliva and silky tongue and then pulled her head back to expose my fingers. “Do you mind wetting me like this?”

I would have answered ‘never would I mind that,’ but my mouth was gaping wide and had lost the ability to form words.

Staring at my hand, Sal whimpered with jealousy, getting him another smack before she grabbed his hand and sucked on his fingers. He made some odd noises like, “Gah, gah, gah…” causing more beautiful female laughter. She was rocking our worlds and loved the power.

After releasing Sal, she went back to her hands, giving us full access to her gorgeous ass. “Do what you want, but no sex yet.”

Every worry that had been consuming us moments earlier was now obsolete. It felt like Christmas, getting to unwrap a gift you had been wishing for all year long.

Sure to be careful, because we were not familiar with this area as much as her pussy, Sal gently put a thumb and finger around the edges of the plastic then slowly started to pull. Both sets of eyes widened as a thicker piece of pink plastic stretched her hole before popping free.

Noemi’s little hole closed slightly, its movement fascinating. I looked to my fingers that she had licked and re-wet one with my mouth. Sal watched carefully as I slowly prodded, gently inserting my pointing finger. It was definitely not as wet as her core, that I was so familiar with, but it was so snug I knew Sal was going to be in Heaven once getting the chance to fuck it. So curious, I asked Noemi, “How does it feel?”

She arched her back, tilting her ass even higher. “So good, it makes me want fingers everywhere.”

Sal groaned, quickly giving her what she wanted, slipping two fingers inside her pussy with his left hand. His right reached around her thigh and down her stomach to rub her clit.

Her head fell forward and hung as she began to breathe rapidly. She even began to rock her hips, her body swaying forward and back, fucking our hands.

Watching my finger sink into a hole never touched before, Sal groaned, “Angelo, I need to feel her there.”

I kissed Noemi’s lower back as I pulled my finger free, then slid my middle and ring fingers inside her warm channel. She thanked me, “Yes. So perfect.” Then she told Sal, “Try two.”

In his mouth, he went to drench two fingers, but his eyes rolled back into his head when tasting her juices. “So fucking sweet.”

Knowing this was going to be a challenge for Noemi because it was all so new to her ass, I reached around to massage her waiting nub. When her thighs started to tremble, I nodded to Sal. Wet fingers gently found their way inside with only a little resistance.

Sal and I, being somewhat mentally connected due to our friendship, easily fell into a rhythm, finger fucking this beautiful young woman, who was shaking and groaning with immense pleasure.

I was so fucking aroused by the sight of her body accepting both of us, at the same time, as if totally meant for this duo. I could barely talk when I told Sal, “Convulsing. She’s coming.”

Sal’s mouth was hanging open as he thrust his pelvis into the side of her hip. “My mind is slipping away.”

She cried out during a mind-blowing orgasm then crumpled to the ground, desperate for air. Shamefully, our bodies followed her. Our fingers had been removed, but our clothed erections rubbed against her, silently pleading for entry, even though we knew that was not happening.

Noemi was so kind to let us hump her while she caught her breath. She even smiled. “I think my boys need a release.” We both grumbled in need. It was the only reply our melting brains could accomplish while we kissed her back and wherever we could reach. She teased, “Anyone want inside my mouth?”

The selfish side of me wanted to rush to her, yanking my trousers to my ankles, but Sal was in just as much need as I. I didn’t move until he gestured for me to while telling me, “I need to taste more of what I got a sample of.”

Noemi squealed as he forced her to her side and sunk his face between her thighs, throwing her upper leg over his shoulder. “Sal! I’m still recovering—” As soon as his mouth hungrily latched onto her core, her head flew back. “Oh, God.”

With my pants off, I knelt in front of her. “I’m not going to last long.”

Propped up on an elbow, she admitted, “Neither am I,” then sucked my dick into her mouth with a wonderful gusto.

Sal was so ravenously working her center that she kept moaning around my shaft, sending vibrations through me that were otherworldly. I tried to pull out to come, but she one-handedly pulled me back in. I grunted, “Noemi, I won’t be able to stop.” I had never come inside her mouth before. She claimed to not like it, but you wouldn’t know that by the way she was trying to drink me. The suction was too much. I exploded while deep in her mouth, shooting cum down her throat.