College Sex Journey

This is a fantasy based on actual experiences. All characters are at least 18-years-old. With this category - Incest - no one should be offended by it.

Oh how things evolved for me and my girlfriend Sloane in my senior of college in a small New England town. It was Fall when my sister, who was a sophomore at a nearby college, was visiting me for the weekend. My girlfriend, Sloane, would be with us late Sunday morning.

My sister, Janet, and I were walking on a mountain trail not too far from my campus. The New England "leaf peeping" was at its beautiful peak. After the first 15 minutes of hiking, we didn't see another person. After a half hour, we were resting near the top of the mountain, with a spot where we could look out onto a beautiful view of the other mountains with their wonderful Fall colors. There was a light breeze blowing, with the cloudless sky making the 65 F. temperature feeling a little warmer than that.

In that spot, there was a large boulder that was a little higher than waist high. Janet and I hopped on it to rest.

While looking down at the big boulder we were sitting on, Janet said to me, "John, I have a sexy idea for pictures you can take of me."

I asked, "Just how sexy will be these pictures?"

She said, "I'll be naked behind this boulder, and have you take pictures without showing my full breasts or my love mound. This is one of my photo options for my photography course - it is called implied nudity."

I shifted my package so that Janet wouldn't see my semi-hard cock. I'll explain why in a moment.

I asked, "With this course, you can be the model instead of the photographer?"

"Yes, as long as I'm setting up the shots and directing the photographer." said Janet.

Janet instructed me where to stand and how to shoot her - then she went on her knees and then butt - I think - behind the boulder to undress so that I would not see her fully naked.

She then popped up while behind the boulder - facing me - and leaned over so her large milky white and tan-less breasts would be gloriously exposed except for her areolas and nipples (because they were just resting on the boulder). Then she gave me a wonderful smile.

I stood there frozen for a moment. Although I've seen Janet in her often semi-sheer bra and panties and with a towel wrapped around her, I never saw this much of her naked breasts.

Janet called out, "Hey, bro, you can start taking those pictures now - I'm getting cold without any clothes on and resting my boobies on this cold boulder!"

I clicked away on her phone from various angles. Her smile went away, so that she would look like an artist's model. She raised herself up to show even more of her large hanging breasts.

"Let me know if I'm showing too much" Janet calmly said.

I had to tell her that I could see too much, so she lowered herself by a couple of inches. At this point I was pitching a huge tent in my pants. No amount of shifting my package could hide it.

Janet amusingly said, "I guess you like seeing me naked, bro."

I stammered, "I'm so sorry."

"No, that's OK - you guys can't control that thing." said Janet.

I replied, "You are so right about that."

Janet then calmly came from behind the boulder and stood next to it. I saw her full frontal nudity, with her full, large breasts. Her love mound seemed to have been trimmed a little. Her large pink areolas were just a little puffy, and her nipples were fully erect.

Janet looked down at her erect nipples and said, "I told you it was nippy"

"Nipplely too!" I cracked.

With a smile on her face, Janet said, "Behave - you're suppose to be a professional."

Janet stood facing the side of the boulder and pressed her love mound against it, so it wouldn't show in the pictures. A shiver went across her as a good portion of her naked body now was pressed up the cold boulder. Then she leaned over so that her arm closest to me would hide her areolas and nipples. This allowed her large breasts to be hanging in all their glory.

After I took a dozen pictures of her with slightly different angles - giving great views of her hanging breast without showing her areolas and nipples - Janet looked up at me.

She said, "Shoot me from the front so that you'll show my full hanging breasts - this will be for me to show Bill, my new boyfriend."

After those shots, I looked down and saw that I had a wet mark on the front of my pants from my precum.

Janet also saw this wet mark and said with a mischievous smile, "Oh my, did I do that?"

"I, I, I" was all I could say as I could feel my face turn red.

Still fully naked, Janet stood straight up and walked up to me and gave me a long hug. My clothed cock was pressed up against her, just above her love mound.

She then stepped back from me and said, "Seriously, you will need to take care of that right now - pull down your pants."

Janet then walked behind the boulder and came back holding her jacket. At this point, my pants and briefs were on the ground and my cock was at full mast. I've been told my women that is an average size - just what a guy wants to hear!

Janet gave me a wonderful back view as she bent over to place her jacket on the boulder. I could see the back side view of her left breast. I quickly took a shot of that view. Later, Janet told me it didn't fully fit her assignment - I didn't care. Then she climbed up on the boulder. She was sitting with her legs fully spread, giving a full view of her pussy lips.

Janet said, "OK, you have a great view of me to take care of your impressive boner!"

I knew she has seen much bigger erections, but her compliment still made me feel good.

She stayed silent as I used my precum and some spit to lubricate and stroke my cock. I slowly stroked at first as I looked upon her beautiful naked body. Janet occasionally would touch her breasts to encourage me.

I desperately needed to cum, so I started to pump harder. At this point, Janet started to rub her love button very quickly.

"Don't cum too soon!" Janet said as she furiously worked on her love button.

I was ready to explode, so I stopped stroking for about a half minute.

Then Janet's eyes closed and her mouth opened as she continued to work on her love button. She started loudly moaning, her hips were bucking, and her breasts were shaking. We were in the middle of nowhere, so no one else would hear her.

I started stroking my cock again, trying for us to have a simultaneous mutual masturbation orgasm. But I couldn't hold it anymore and three strings of my cum pumped out of me and onto the hard, dry dirt ground as I let out a loud guttural sound.

At that very moment, Janet opened her eyes and saw my cum shoot out of my cock. This was all she needed to have a shaking orgasm that almost knocked her off the boulder.

Janet then hopped off the boulder and gave me another warm hug. But this time she stood a little to the side of me so that I wouldn't get any of my cum on her.

She then stepped back and looked at my cock and said, "I better get dressed before that thing grows again and we have to repeat that masturbation session."

Of course, Janet didn't bother to hide low behind the boulder to put her clothes on. First she put on her panties, giving me a great view of her hanging breasts as she bent down to step into them. Then she put on her pants, socks and shoes while still topless.

"Janet, now you're just playing with me!" I said.

She replied, "I want you to be a little hard while hiking back down the trail."

Janet then put on her semi-sheer bra. Her big breasts stuck out even more as she clasped her bra behind her back. I could see the outline of her areolas and her still hard nipples. Then she put on her flannel shirt and jacket. She then walked up to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

She said, "Thanks, bro - I really needed that! And I think I'll get an A in my photography class."

Just then a couple in their 60's came into our little clearing, coming from the upper part of the trail. Janet and I looked at each other, wondering if they heard or saw any part our mutual masturbation session.

Both of them had huge smiles on their faces as they each said a quick hello. Then the woman came up to me, opened her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. She was wearing a low-cut black bra that exposed most of her slightly wrinkly, freckled breasts.

This woman said to me, "Since my husband saw your naked gal, I thought I'd give you a little look at my girls."

She then gave me a kiss on my cheek, buttoned up her shirt and walked down the mountain trail, catching up to her husband.

Janet and I just looked at each other with our mouths open and big smiles on our faces, then burst out laughing.

"You should have massaged her old breasts." Janet said, laughing.

It was late afternoon when Janet and I got back to my studio apartment that was just off campus. My studio apartment was in a large old mansion that was converted to apartments years ago. It wasn't your usual dumpy student apartments, and the rent charged kept it that way.

We each had to shower before meeting with some of my friends to go out to have dinner and drinks.

Janet showered first then came out of the bathroom naked while toweling herself off.

She said, "Since we popped our nudity cherry with each other, it will be so much easier for us to shower and change in your small studio apartment."

I just nodded my head, afraid that my voice would show too much enthusiasm.

As I was showering in my small shower stall with a clear glass door, Janet walked into the bathroom, just wearing her semi-sheer bra and panties. Without saying a word, she pulled down her panties, sat on the toilet seat, and peed. Then she stood up, pulled up her panties, washed her hands, and left the bathroom. All without saying a word.

At that moment I realized I didn't have a hard on. I only was slightly more erect than my flaccid state - just like I am when my girlfriend, Sloane, and I go to the nude lake. The sexual excitement had left - we now are viewing our nudity in front of each other in an innocent, natural way.

That evening Janet and I were preparing to go to sleep around midnight. When she comes to visit, I put sheets on the couch and sleep there if Sloane wasn't with us, and she slept on my full-size bed. Of course, this is in a studio apartment, where we were sleeping in the same room.

Janet and I each knew that the other person slept in the nude. But with her prior visits, we each wore some kind of night clothes. Without even talking about how now things were different because of earlier that day, we both stripped naked before going to sleep.

It was seven am the next morning as I heard a key in my apartment door, and then it opened. It was my girlfriend, Sloane, coming back early from a field trip she took for her geology class. I wasn't expecting her until Janet and I were awake, and dressed.

I sat up on the couch, with my blanket covering my bottom half. Janet was awake, but still under her covers.

As soon as Sloane closed the door, Janet jumped up naked and hugged her.

"It always is so great to see you!" exclaimed Janet as she gave Sloane a big hug.

I stood up, still naked, and came over and gave Sloane a kiss on the lips.

I said, "Hey babe, I'm so glad your trip was shorter than you thought."

Now, Sloane is the furthest thing from a prude. She loves public nudity. But she was going to have a little fun with my sister and me.

Sloane said to us with a big smile, "Something tells me there is an interesting story behind the state you two are in right now. This isn't something I should worry about, is it?"

Janet, knowing Sloane wasn't upset, said, "Sloane, it was your classic story of me needing implied nudity pictures for my photography course, my brother got excited like guys do when seeing us provocatively nude, and he had to jerk off so he wouldn't have blue balls. I joined him and masturbated myself, because that is what I do."

I just shook my head in agreement.

Sloane said, "Ah, the classic brother and sister story - I've heard it a thousand times."

Janet said, "right?!"

Then Sloane said, "If you two don't put on some clothes, I will have to strip naked so that I don't have any clothed shame."

Janet and I just raised our eyebrows and tilted our heads in response.

Without a word, Sloane stripped naked. She is a little shorter than my sister, with a little smaller breasts. But she exudes sex like no woman I've ever seen.

All three of us stayed naked as we made and ate our breakfast.

While eating my eggs, I said, "Is it me, or should we have done this sooner?"

In unison, Sloane and Janet said, "Of course!"

Just then, there was a knock on my door.

I said, "I forgot, my landlord said he'd be coming by to tell me about a plumbing project he was having done - we have to get dressed."

Sloane replied, "Why?"

Then Janet said, "Sloane, I love your thinking."

I shrugged my shoulders and let Mr. Jones into my apartment. He is in his late fifties, in great shape, with a full head of gray hair. Sloane and Janet both thought he was a DILF.

Mr. Jones took a couple steps into the apartment and then closed the door before looking up. Only then did he see that there were two young and hot naked women standing in front of him - oh, and me with my average cock, naked as well.

While now looking at the floor, Mr. Jones asked, "Should I come back later?"

Sloane, answered, "No time better than the present - please sit down, Mr. Jones."

At this point, all four of us were sitting tightly packed around my small table. Mr. Jones was staring intently at the two beautiful and hot young women, with a silly grin on his face. He had forgotten why he was at my apartment.

I broke the funny silence with, "Mr. Jones, what did you have to talk with me about?"

He replied, "Oh, yeah, I wanted to make sure that you knew that the plumbers would be doing work in your apartment tomorrow at 9am - so you'll need to be through with the bathroom by then."

Playing with Mr. Jones, Janet asked, "Should we be dressed as well?"

Mr. Jones' face turned red.

I said, "Mr. Jones, my sister is just messing with you - she's going back to her school tonight, and Sloane and I will be at our early 8am classes tomorrow."

Without saying another word, Mr. Jones stood up and ran out of my apartment.

Janet then said, "Sloane, you gave Mr. Jones a raging hard on - he's probably going to jerk off in the attic."

Sloane replied, "No, Janet, he was at full staff after looking at your bodacious ta ta's."

"Okay, ladies - you're lucky you didn't give the old guy a heart attack - I can imagine trying to explain to his wife how we killed him." I said.

It became a routine with Sloane and me to be naked every time Mr. Jones came to visit. After his second visit, he didn't even have an excuse for why he was visiting. As he was leaving his third visit with us, he turned to us after opening my door.

Mr. Jones said, "You know that Mrs. Jones and I tell each other everything." And then he left.

The next night there was a knock on my apartment door. I looked through the peephole and saw it was Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones said from the other side of the closed door, "Mr. Jones wanted me to tell you something."

Sloane and I quickly stripped naked, and I then opened the door because we knew she was expecting us to be sans clothes. This was getting very interesting. Mrs. Jones walked into my apartment with a big smile on her face. She didn't even bother to make up some fake message from Mr. Jones. But she did stay much longer than his 15-minute visits.

That night when Sloane and I were going to bed, she said, "You know that Mrs. Jones wants you to fuck her. And she's a total MILF!"

I replied, "And he's a DILF who would love to fuck you."

This talk got both of us horny, so we had a great sex session. Sloane teased me at one point.

Sloane said, "Oh Mr. Jones, your cock is so huge!"

"Oh, Mrs. Jones, your box is so tight for a woman your age!" I replied while pumping even harder in Sloane.

Mrs. Jones was as fit as her husband, with medium sized breasts. With her second visit with us, Sloane and I immediately noticed how Mrs. Jones was wearing a plunging sweater with no bra. Her cleavage looked great.

Without warning during this second visit with Mrs. Jones', Sloane asked, "Mrs. Jones, would you be more comfortable taking your clothes off since we're naked all the time?"

Sloane later told me that this wasn't planned - that it just came to her. Not that I was complaining.

Mrs. Jones thought for a moment, then said, "Would it be OK if I keep my panties on?"

"Of course!" I said.

Mrs. Jones stood up and slowly removed her wool skirt. I was surprised that she was her panties were sheer and we could see that she was fully shaved.

"You're so lovely!" Sloane called out to encourage Mrs. Jones.

Although Mrs. Jones was old enough to be my mother, I loved what I saw so far. She was a MILF, after all.

Then she pulled her sweater up over her head, revealing her ample, bare breasts. They sagged only a little, and she had inverted nipples. I had to pretend I was at the nude lake, so I wouldn't get an erection.

Our next visit was with Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones said the moment he entered my apartment, "You know Mrs. Jones and I share everything."

Sloane, expecting this, asked, "Mr. Jones, would you like to take your clothes off?"

I never saw someone take off their clothes so fast. His cock was about the same size as mine, thankfully. Yes, us guys always do compare our cocks.

With Mr. and Mrs. Jones' future visits, each would just take off their clothes, including Mrs. Jones taking off her panties. Sometimes Sloane and I would have just gotten into my apartment, so we would be taking off our clothes at the same time as her or him. Mr. Jones always was naked first.

On Mrs. Jones' fifth visit, we all had a little too much to drink, so I shared the story of my sister and me, and how that led to us being naked all the time in my apartment.

Mrs. Jones got particularly excited about the part where my sister, Janet, and I had a mutual masturbation session.

"I've never done that, even with Mr. Jones." Mrs. Jones said.

Without checking with Sloane, I said, "Would you like to try that tonight?"

Sloane couldn't complain, as she started it all by asking Mrs. Jones if she wanted to be naked with us. Sloane and Mrs. Jones were sitting on my couch, and I was facing them, sitting on one of my kitchen chairs.

Without saying a word, Mrs. Jones immediately used her fingers on her love button, and massaged her breasts with her other hand. Sloane and I looked at each other and started taking care of ourselves. I stopped for a moment, and quickly turned up the music. Something told me that Mrs. Jones would be a screamer. She was.

When Mrs. Jones saw that I was ready to cum, she asked, "Can you cum on my tits?"

Sloane answered for me, saying, "Of course he'll cum on your beautiful tits."

Sloane is a real keeper! That's why I proposed to her - we are getting married net year.

I sprayed three ropes of cum onto Mrs. Jones' breasts, with the last one landing just below her chin. She had a big, excited smile.

Sloane ran and got Mrs. Jones a towel to wipe my cum off.

Mrs. Jones then asked Sloane, "Is it OK if I taste John's cum?"

Sloane said, "His cum is yours now - do with it whatever you want!"

Mrs. Sloan scooped up a lot of my cum and quickly tasted it. She had a look of awe on her face.

"I never tasted cum before." Mrs. Jones said.

A few minutes after Mrs. Jones left that night, Sloane turned to me to talk.

"You know that Mr. Jones is going to want to cum on my tits - they do share everything together." said Sloane.

I replied, "Don't pretend you wouldn't love it, him being a DILF and all."

Sloane laughed and said, "You know me too well."

The next night Mr. Jones came for a visit. He didn't even wear any underwear so that he could get naked even faster.

Mr. Jones then said, "You know..."

Sloane interrupted him with, "Mr. Jones, would you like to have a mutual masturbation session with the two of us?"

Like with his wife, Mr. Jones immediately got to action by rubbing his cock. After a few minutes, Mr. Jones was staring at Sloane's beautiful breasts, but with a sad look of a puppy who can't reach his bone. Sloane saw this and knew what he wanted.

"Mr. Jones, I'd love it if you could cum on my tits." Said Sloane.

Mr. Jones' aim was way off, and his first rope of cum hit Sloane's chin. His second rope of cum hit her left ear. And his third rope of cum finally landed on her left breast. He was like a 90 pound person trying to aim a fully engaged fire hose by themselves.

Sloane said, "My, you have given me a lot to work with - thank you."

Sloane scooped up all the cum on her chin and ear and rubbed it on her breasts. They had a beautiful wet look to them. As soon as I saw this I fully exploded into a towel. Then she licked her fingers clean without saying a word, giving a big smile to Mr. Jones and then to me. Sloane and I had an epic fuck that night.

We told Mr. and Mrs. Jones that we couldn't do mutual masturbation sessions each time they came over. Each of them were disappointed, but they understood.

What a sexual journey since my sister and I went on a hike - but my journey isn't over yet.

Sloane and I always had great sex. She knew how to work her body and to say the right things to me - and, again, she exuded sex like no other women I ever met.

We were cuddling in bed after one of these great sex sessions. I was behind Sloane, spooning her. My still condom sheathed cock pressed into her butt cheeks. One of my arms had reached around as I cupped one of her breasts with one of my hands.

Sloane said after about 15 minutes of this, "Babe, we've been talking about swapping partners with another couple for awhile now."

I pretended I didn't know what she wanted and said, "Yes - do you have any additional thoughts on this?"

"Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Jones would be scarred off by an offer to swap?" Sloane said.

I laughed and said, "Of course not!"

It was the night of our swap session that we had set up with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. We were now all naked, with the women on the couch and us men facing them on kitchen chairs. Surprisingly, Sloane and I were more nervous that Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

Without saying a word, Mr. Jones squeezed between Sloane and his wife on the couch and started passionately kissing Sloane's neck while fondling her breasts.

All Sloane said was, "OK, I guess we're getting started with this."

Mrs. Jones quickly got off the couch and sat on the side of my bed. She had a seductive look on her face. The now swapping couples only were less than ten feet from each other.

I sat next to Mrs. Jones and started kissing her on the mouth and groping her breasts. She grabbed my growing cock and started massaging it.

I looked over and saw Sloane reclined on the couch, with Mr. Jones going down on her. She was softly moaning and holding the back of his head to push him tighter to her. It turned out that Mr. Jones was as fast with love making as he was with taking off his clothes.

While I looked at Mr. Jones slurping away on Sloane, Mrs. Jones went down on me. When giving me a blow job, it seemed like it was something she read about, but never did. So I whispered some instructions to her - she was a very fast learner!

I was ready to explode in Mrs. Jones' mouth, so we reversed positions. When I looked up at Mr. Jones and Sloane, I saw how they had done the same. I felt good, in a competitive way that Mr. Jones didn't bring Sloane to an orgasm like I do before I enter her - and like I will do with his wife.

Then I was feeling bad for Sloane, so I lifted my mouth from Mrs. Jones' love button and looked over to catch Sloane's eye. She knew what I was thinking.

Sloane told Mr. Jones, "Honey, you need to work on me some more - I want you to give me an orgasm with your tongue."

Mr. Jones replied, "I'm so sorry!"

"That's OK, honey." said Sloane.

Having helped Sloane, I went back to going down on Mrs. Jones. But, ever competitive, I wanted to give Mrs. Jones an orgasm before Mr. Jones gave one to Sloane."

I plunged my tongue deep into Mrs. Jones' pussy for a minute, then lubed up two of my fingers by inserting them into her. While going back to using my tongue, I slowly inserted my two lubed fingers into her anus. Mrs. Jones' moans were now extremely loud. I forgot to turn up the music, and I didn't care if everyone in the mansion heard our loud love making.

I was surprised how much of Mrs. Jones' love juices were coming out of her. I always thought women her age were a little dry down there. She now was in full bucking and shivering mode. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face even tighter on her pussy.

I glanced over, and could see Sloane taking on the challenge that Mr. Jones missed - to have her have an orgasm before Mrs. Jones. She gave him a couple of quick instructions, called him honey a lot, and did some fake moaning to encourage Mr. Jones.

I won the contest. My tongue was deep inside Mrs. Jones, I had two fingers in her ass, and I had a few fingers rubbing her love mound. She screamed as a violently shaking orgasm took over her. Her breasts were covered with a little sweat as the shook. And she sprayed my face with even more of her love juices. I lapped it up, pulled my fingers out of her ass, and laid down next to her, holding her as she was catching her breath.

I quickly ran into the bathroom to was my hands.

Just as I was out of the bathroom, Mr. Jones finally go Sloane to climax. I knew it was a real climax for her.

As she was catching her breath, Sloane said to Mr. Jones, "Oh, honey, you're going to spoil me!"

Like I said, Sloane exuded sex with her body and her words. Mr. Jones was sitting on the couch with a proud look on his face, with Sloane laying on his lap.

Since Mr. and Mrs. Jones started our swap so quickly, I didn't have time to get the condoms. I hopped off the bed and got them from one of the kitchenette drawers - please, don't judge.

My cock was fully erect when I handed Mr. Jones a condom as Sloane was sucking on his fully erect cock.

Mrs. Jones said to me, "Dear, you don't need to wear that with me."

I tossed it aside and climbed onto my bed. Mrs. Jones already was propped up by pillows and had her legs spread.

Mrs. Jones shocked me by saying, "Come here and make me your slut!"

It felt so good to be in her without wearing a condom. So good that it didn't matter that Mrs. Jones wasn't as tight as Sloane.

After a few pumps in her, I said, "Mrs. Jones, you feel so good!"

Mrs. Jones immediately replied, "Call me slut, not Mrs. Jones!"

"OK - you feel so good, slut!" I replied.

The next thing I knew, Sloane was at the foot of my bed, bending over with her hands on the bed. Mr. Jones was behind her and pumping away in her pussy. Sloane's hanging breasts were swinging back and forth. Her mouth was open as she clearly enjoyed being pounded by Mr. Jones.

While still in Mrs. Jones, I ordered her to, "Get on all fours, slut!"

My bed was moving every which way as I was pounding away in Mrs. Jones on the bed, and Mr. Jones was pounding away in Sloane as she was holding onto the bed.

I was ready to give Mrs. Jones her second orgasm, before my unsheathed cock exploded into her. That's when Mrs. surprised me, Sloane, and her husband.

Mrs. Jones said, "This slut wants you to fuck her in the ass!"

Mrs. Jones - my new slut - didn't have to ask me twice. So I hoped off my bed to get the lube - no it wasn't in the kitchenette! It was in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, of course.

After lubing Mrs. Jones' anus and carefully entering her, I now was pumping away on her ass. She was in a downward dog position and I had my legs bent as I was standing over her on the bed and pumping away in her ass.

While being about a foot or so from this anal action, Sloane was getting jealous.

Sloane said to Mr. Jones, "Honey, would you like to fuck me in the ass?"

"Can I take off my condom?" Mr. Jones asked.

Sloane replied, "Sure, honey."

Sloane reached over and picked up the tube of lube I used for Mrs. Jones. Mr. Jones pulled out of her. Her love juices were dribbling down her inside legs. She took his condom off and lubed up his cock. She then gave him instructions on how to lube up her anus.

After a few minutes of Mr. Jones and me pounding away on their assholes, Mrs. Jones and Sloane almost had simultaneous orgasms. Both let out loud, guttural calls.

Mrs. Jones called out, "Fuck me!"

Sloane called out, "Holy Fuck!"

While I knew to give Mrs. Jones some time to recover, Mr. Jones kept pounding away on Sloane until he exploded in her ass. He couldn't see Sloane roll her eyes as he was in the middle of doing this.

Ever the great sex woman, Sloane passionately kissed Mr. Jones on the lips and said. "Thank you, honey, you were fantastic!"

Then Sloane quickly went into the bathroom to clean up, and so none of Mr. Jones' cum got into her pussy.

With Mrs. Jones recovered, it was my turn have an orgasm. While pumping away on her asshole, I reached down and started to massage one of her breasts and squeeze its nipple. Mrs. Jones started screaming again.

Mrs. Jones yelled out, "Fill this slut's asshole with your hot cum!"

That did it for me, and I filled her asshole with three pumps of my cum. Mrs. Jones lowered her ass, lying flat on her stomach on my bed. I stayed in her ass, as I lowered myself with her. Quickly, my softening cock came out of her tight asshole with a large pop sound.

Mrs. Jones and I then laid on our sides, facing and holding each other.

Mrs. Jones said, "Fuck, that was great!"

She then gave me a long, passionate kiss.

With all future visits, Mr. Jones and Sloane would kiss each other on the lips, and the same with Mrs. Jones and me.

Like with the mutual masturbation sessions, our swapping was to be occasional instead of frequent.

After Sloane and I graduated, and I moved out of my apartment, Sloane and I never had special visits with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. But they did attend our wedding. Who knows - maybe someday we will find another Mr. and Mrs. Jones situation. Or, years from now, we might become a Mr. and Mrs. Jones with a couple in their senior year of college.