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Sorry folks, I wanted to post this last night after it all went down, but it was late late, and I was spent. But alright, on with the story.
So here we are, in Colorado, where Candi and I call home. This time, it’s not us hitting the road—it’s Ty coming out to visit us for a long weekend. Been over a year since that wild Christmas party in Cali (check my profile for that one), and we’ve been hyped to have him out here. Ty’s never been to our neck of the woods, so we planned to show him the best of our town—sights, bars, clubs, the whole deal. Little did I know, the night would take a turn that’d make our past adventures look tame.
Ty flew in just yesterday afternoon, and we scooped him up from the airport. The vibe was electric right from the jump—Ty was all smiles, cracking his usual corny jokes, and Candi was eating it up, laughing like he was the funniest guy on earth. We dropped his bags at our place and got right to it, ready to give him the full Colorado experience. First stop was a craft brewery downtown, one of those spots with a million IPAs and a vibe that’s half hipster, half mountain bro. We grabbed a flight of beers, and Ty was geeking out over the hazy ones, saying Cali brews couldn’t touch these. I personally disagree. But anyways… Candi, sipping something fruity, kept brushing her hand against his arm while pointing out the tasting notes. I caught the looks they were exchanging—same flirty shit I noticed back in Cali. Got my gears turning, but I played it cool.
After the brewery, we took him to a scenic lookout just outside town. The Bookcliffs were showing off, all glowing under the late afternoon sun. Ty was snapping pics like a tourist, and Candi was posing with him for selfies, her body pressed a little closer than necessary. I didn’t mind; hell, it was kinda hot watching them vibe. We hit up a food truck park next, chowing down on tacos and sipping more beers while a local band played some chill acoustic stuff. Ty kept saying how much he loved the laid-back energy of our town compared to the chaos of Cali. By the time the sun set, we were all feeling loose, and I suggested we hit the nightlife.
We started at a dive bar with a killer jukebox and cheap whiskey shots. Ty and Candi got into a heated debate about the best 90s hip-hop tracks, and we ended up playing a drinking game where you had to name a song or take a shot. Ty was trash at it, so he was pounding shots while Candi and I were cackling. She’d lean into him every time she laughed, her hand lingering on his thigh. I could tell Ty was feeling it, his eyes darting to me like he was checking if I was cool. I just grinned and raised my glass—message received, bro.
Next, we rolled to a club with a packed dance floor and lights that made you feel like you were in a damn sci-fi movie. Candi dragged us both out to dance, but I’m not big on it, so I let Ty take the lead. Man, they were all over each other—her grinding against him, his hands on her hips, both of them moving like they’d done this a hundred times. I grabbed a drink and posted up by the bar, watching them go at it. Candi’s skirt was riding up just enough to tease, and Ty’s grin said he was loving every second. The sexual tension was thick, maybe I imagined it, but to me the sexual tension was thick and I was already thinking about where this could go.
We bounced to one more spot, a speakeasy with strong cocktails and a vibe that screamed “we’re about to get into some shit.” They had a back room with pool tables, so we started a game, but it quickly turned into another drinking game. Every missed shot meant a sip, and every pocketed ball meant you could dare someone. Candi dared Ty to take off his shirt, which he did with zero hesitation, flexing a bit for her. Ty dared her to sit on his lap for the next round, and she hopped right on, giggling as she wiggled against him. I dared them to kiss, just to see how far they’d take it. They didn’t even blink—just locked lips, slow and deep, right in front of me. The whole bar could’ve been watching, and they wouldn’t have cared. Not gonna lie, my dick twitched in my jeans, and I knew we were building to something big.
By 1 a.m., we were all buzzed as hell, and I suggested we head back to our place to keep the party going. Ty was all for it, and Candi’s eyes had that glint she gets when she’s down for something wild. We piled into an Uber, and the ride was fucking charged. In the backseat, Candi and Ty were all over each other, making out like teenagers, their lips locked, tongues tangling, soft moans escaping her throat. I glanced back from the front seat, catching Candi’s hand sliding down to Ty’s crotch, grabbing his dick through his jeans, stroking it slowly as he groaned into her mouth. Ty’s hand slipped under her shirt and bra, his fingers finding her nipples, rubbing and pinching them gently, making her squirm and moan louder. The driver probably heard everything, but they didn’t care, too lost in each other. I just smirked, my dick already hard, knowing this was only the start.
Back at the house, we cracked open a bottle of tequila and started playing truth or dare, just like before. It’s our go-to game. The truths were quick and dirty: Ty admitted he’d been jerking off thinking about Candi since Christmas, and she confessed she’d been wet all night dancing with him. I was rock hard just hearing them talk. The dares escalated fast. I dared Candi to flash us, and she pulled her top down, letting her tits spill out, nipples hard as fuck. Ty’s jaw dropped, and I could see the bulge in his pants. He dared her to grind on him, and she straddled his lap, moving her hips like she was riding him right there in the living room. I dared Ty to suck her nipples, and he went to town, making her moan so loud I thought the neighbors might hear. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could tell they were both ready to explode.
I suggested we move to the bedroom, and nobody argued. Our king-size bed was perfect for what was coming. Candi stripped down to nothing, her body glowing under the dim light, all curves and confidence. Ty followed suit, his dick already half-hard as he kicked off his jeans. I was still dressed, just watching, my heart pounding. Candi dropped to her knees and started working Ty’s dick with her hand, slow at first, then faster, her fingers teasing the tip, stroking up and down his shaft with deliberate care, her thumb circling the head every few strokes. “You like that?” she purred, her eyes locked on his, her lips parted. He groaned, “Fuck yeah, keep going,” his hips twitching as she worked him, her hand sliding down to cup his balls gently. I told her to suck him, and she didn’t hesitate, taking him deep in her mouth, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, then down the sides. She bobbed slowly at first, then faster, her spit dripping down his length, her hand pumping the base while she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. Ty’s head fell back, and he let out a low, “Goddamn,” his hands tangling in her hair as she went deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, her lips making wet, sloppy noises that echoed in the room.
She kept at it for what seemed like a solid ten minutes, alternating between long, slow sucks, her tongue tracing every vein, and quick, sloppy bobs, her hand twisting around his shaft as she worked him. Ty was moaning louder now, his breathing ragged, his hips bucking slightly as he fought to hold it together. “Fuck, your mouth is unreal,” he groaned, and she pulled off just long enough to smirk and say, “Just wait,” before diving back in, sucking harder, her lips tight around him. Then she climbed onto the bed, pulling Ty with her. She got on all fours, ass up, her pussy glistening as she looked back at him. “Fuck me, Ty,” she said, her voice dripping with need. He lined up behind her, rubbing his dick against her wet pussy, teasing her lips with the tip, sliding it up and down her slit, circling her clit before pushing in slow, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of him. She gasped, her body arching as he filled her, her pussy stretching around him. “Oh fuck, you’re so big,” she moaned, her hips rocking back to take him deeper. He started thrusting, steady at first, each stroke deliberate, his hands gripping her hips as he watched her ass bounce, his dick sliding in and out.
They stayed in doggystyle for a while, Ty’s thrusts building in intensity, the sound of their bodies slapping together mixing with her moans. “Goddamn, your pussy’s so fucking good,” he grunted, smacking her ass lightly, making her yelp, her pussy clenching around him. She pushed back harder, meeting his thrusts, her tits swaying under her, her nipples grazing the sheets. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice desperate, and he obliged, picking up the pace, his dick slamming into her with a wet smack each time, his balls slapping against her clit. Her moans got louder, more frantic, her fingers gripping the sheets as she took every inch, her body rocking with his rhythm. They switched to her riding him, her hips grinding slow then fast, her pussy sliding up and down his dick, her hands on his chest as she leaned forward, her tits bouncing in his face. He grabbed them, squeezing, his thumbs flicking her nipples as she moaned, “Fuck, you feel so good.” I pulled my dick out and started stroking, but I stayed back, letting them have the spotlight, my eyes glued to the way her body moved with his.
I was loving it, but something hit me—I wanted to watch them go all out, no holding back. I’d been part of this before, but this time, I wanted to see them lose themselves completely. Plus, in my head, I couldn’t help but think about how different this was from Christmas. Back then, they fucked right next to me, thinking I was passed out, with zero regard for whether I was cool with it. No hesitation, no checking in, just pure lust. Now, they’re making sure I’m on board, looking to me for the green light. It’s weird how they’re so careful this time, like they’re worried about crossing a line, when last time they didn’t give a fuck. Not that I’m complaining—it’s just interesting. Shows they’re thinking about me, which feels good in its own way.
“Hey, I’m gonna grab another drink,” I said, standing up. Candi looked over, a little surprised. “You sure, babe?” she asked, her voice breathy as Ty kept fucking her. “Yeah, you two have fun,” I said, giving her a wink. “I’m good. Just enjoy him.” Ty glanced at me, a question in his eyes, but I nodded. “Go for it, man. Give her what she wants.” They both hesitated for a second, but then Candi moaned, “Okay, baby, I love you,” and turned back to Ty, pulling him deeper.
I slipped out to the kitchen, grabbing a beer, but I didn’t stay there. Our bedroom has a walk-in closet with slatted doors—perfect for a discreet view. I crept in, leaving the door cracked just enough to see the bed. They didn’t notice, too caught up in each other. My dick was already throbbing, so I unzipped my jeans, pulled it out, and started stroking slow, watching them go at it. And holy shit, did they let loose.
Ty flipped Candi onto her back, spreading her legs wide, his hands pinning her thighs to the bed. “You want this dick, don’t you?” he growled, rubbing his dick against her clit, teasing her until she was squirming, her pussy dripping. “Fuck yes, give it to me, baby,” she begged, her hips bucking to meet him. He slid in slow, letting her feel every inch, her pussy stretching around him as she moaned, “Oh fuck, baby, pound my pussy!” He started thrusting, deep and hard, the bed shaking as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes, his hips slamming against her, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. Her tits bounced wildly, and she clawed at his back, leaving red marks, her nails digging in as she moaned louder. “Goddamn, your pussy’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, leaning down to suck her nipples, biting them gently, then harder, making her gasp and arch into him. “Suck those tits, baby, fuck me harder!” she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper, her pussy clenching around his dick.
They went at it like that for what felt like ages, Ty switching up his rhythm—slow and deep, letting her feel every thrust, then fast and relentless, his dick slamming into her with force, her screams echoing. “Oh shit, baby, you’re hitting it so deep,” she panted, her nails raking his back, her body trembling. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, his dick plunging even deeper, hitting that spot that made her scream. “Cum on this dick,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands gripping her thighs so tight I could see the marks. She did, her body convulsing as she came, her screams turning into gasps, her pussy squeezing him tight. “Fuck, baby, I’m cumming so hard!” she cried, her juices dripping down her thighs, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm. I was stroking faster now, my dick pulsing in my hand, the sight of them pushing me closer to the edge.
He slowed for a moment, letting her catch her breath, kissing her neck, her lips, her tits, his tongue tracing circles around her nipples before sucking them again. Then he flipped her back to doggystyle, his hands grabbing her hips as he lined up again. “You like this dick, don’t you?” he said, smacking her ass, the sound sharp in the room. “Fucking love it, baby,” she panted, pushing her ass back against him, her pussy glistening with her juices. “Fuck my pussy raw.” He slid in slow, teasing her, then picked up the pace, his dick slamming in and out, her ass jiggling with every thrust, the wet sounds of their fucking growing louder. “This pussy’s mine tonight,” he growled, his hands gripping her so tight I could see her skin reddening, his dick glistening with her wetness as he pounded her. She moaned, “Take it, baby, fuck it like you mean it,” her voice desperate, her body rocking back to meet him.
They switched again, her riding him, her hips grinding slow then fast, her pussy sliding up and down his dick, her hands on his chest as she leaned forward, her tits bouncing in his face. He grabbed them, squeezing, his thumbs flicking her nipples as she moaned, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” They went at it like that, her riding him hard, then slow, her pussy gripping him tight as she moved, his hands guiding her hips, his grunts matching her moans. Then he flipped her to her side, spooning her, his dick sliding in from behind, his arm wrapped around her, pinching her nipples as he fucked her slow and deep. “Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his thrusts steady, his dick hitting deep inside her. “Keep fucking me, baby,” she moaned, her voice shaking, “don’t stop.” I could see her juices coating his dick, the wet sounds filling the room, and my hand was moving in sync with their rhythm. The dirty talk, the slapping sounds, her screams—it was too much. I bit my lip to stay quiet and came hard, my cum shooting onto the closet floor, my body shaking as I milked every drop. It felt fucking incredible, but I kept my eyes glued to them, not missing a second.
They kept going, switching positions again—her on her stomach with him drilling her from behind, his hands pressing into the small of her back, then her on her back again, legs spread wide as he fucked her missionary, his lips on her neck, her tits, her mouth. “Your dick feels so fucking good, baby,” she moaned, her face buried in his shoulder. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” He growled, “This pussy’s so wet, I could fuck you all night.” She egged him on, “Do it, baby, fuck my pussy till I can’t walk.” They went on like that, relentless. I couldn’t believe how they were talking to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, the bed creaking under them, their moans and grunts blending into a symphony of raw lust. Ty’s thrusts got erratic, his grunts louder. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, his voice strained. “Cum inside me, baby,” she begged, looking back at him, her eyes wild. “Fill my pussy up, I want it.” He hesitated, probably remembering last time when he pulled out, but she grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper. “Do it, baby, cum in my fucking pussy.” That sent him over the edge. He roared, his body tensing as he unloaded inside her, his dick pulsing as he filled her up, shot after shot, his hips jerking with each spurt. She moaned, “Oh fuck, baby, I feel it, so fucking hot,” her body shuddering as she came again, her pussy milking him dry, her legs trembling as she collapsed under him.
They collapsed together, panting, sweaty, a mess of limbs and cum. I cleaned myself up quick, tucking my dick back in and wiping the floor with a random shirt. Then I slipped out of the closet, quiet as hell, and grabbed my beer from the kitchen like I’d never left. It was kinda slinky though. Oh well. When I walked back in, acting casual, they were still catching their breath, Candi’s legs still trembling. “Damn, you two went hard,” I said, grinning. Candi blushed, but Ty just laughed, “You said give her what she wants, man.” Candi reached for my hand, pulling me close. “You okay, babe?” she asked, her voice soft. “Hell yeah,” I said, kissing her forehead. “That was hot as fuck.”
We had one more drink, crashed on the bed, and passed out. But the night wasn’t over. A while later, I don’t know how long, I started stirring, my head still fuzzy from the booze. At first, I thought I was dreaming—soft whispers, gentle moans, the faint creak of the bed. But I felt motion, subtle but sudden jerks. My eyes cracked open, and I realized what was happening. Right next to me, Candi and Ty were fucking again, slow and quiet this time, like they didn’t want to wake me. The room was dim, just a sliver of moonlight coming through the window, but I could see them clear as day. Candi was on her back, legs wrapped around Ty’s waist, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust deep and measured, his dick sliding in and out with agonizing slowness. They were whispering, their voices low but dripping with filth, their lips close as they murmured to each other, their breaths mingling.
“God, baby, your dick feels so good in my pussy,” Candi whispered, her hands stroking his back, her fingers tracing his spine, then sliding up to tangle in his hair. “So fucking deep, stretching me out slow.” Stuff she tells me.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, so wet,” Ty murmured back, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her neck softly. “Love how you take every inch of me, so fucking perfect.”
“Keep fucking me slow, baby,” she breathed, her hips rocking gently to meet his thrusts, her pussy gripping him tight, her juices coating his dick as he moved. “Make my pussy yours, just like that, nice and deep.”
“I’m gonna fill this pussy again,” he whispered, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, spreading her wider as he pushed deeper, his dick buried to the hilt. “You want it?”
“Yes, baby, give it to me,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible, her nails grazing his shoulders, leaving faint marks. “Cum in my pussy, I want it so bad.”
They went on like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies moving in perfect sync, slow and sensual, every thrust deliberate, every moan soft but intense. Candi’s tits swayed gently with each movement, her nipples hard as Ty leaned down to kiss them, sucking softly, then licking circles around them, making her sigh and arch into him. His hands roamed her body, caressing her ass, her hips, her breasts, his fingers lingering on every curve, squeezing gently as he fucked her. “Fuck, baby, your pussy’s so good,” he whispered, his dick sliding in and out slowly, her juices coating him as she moaned softly, her hands cupping his face as they kissed, slow and deep. “Love how you feel, so warm, so fucking tight,” he murmured against her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth as they kissed again.
“God, baby, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” she murmured, her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper, her pussy clenching around his dick. “Keep going, don’t stop, fuck my pussy slow and deep, just like that.”
He did, his thrusts steady, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed in, then pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, making her gasp each time, her breath hitching. “This pussy’s mine,” he whispered, kissing her neck, her jaw, his lips brushing hers as they moved together. “Gonna fuck you till you’re shaking, nice and slow.” Her moans grew softer but more desperate, her body trembling as she got closer. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum on your dick,” she whispered, her voice shaking, her hands pulling him closer. “Don’t stop, please, keep fucking me.”
“Cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his thrusts never faltering, his dick hitting that spot inside her that made her whimper, his hands sliding up to pinch her nipples gently. “Let that pussy squeeze me tight.”
She did, her body shuddering as she came quietly, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips, her pussy clenching around him as her orgasm washed over her, her legs trembling as she clung to him. Ty kept going, his breathing getting heavier, his thrusts still slow but deeper now, his hands gripping her thighs, his dick buried deep inside her. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice strained, his lips brushing her ear. “Gonna cum in your pussy again.”
“Do it, baby,” she urged, her voice desperate, her hands pulling him closer, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm. “Fill me up, I want every drop.”
He groaned low, his body tensing as he came inside her, his dick pulsing as he filled her pussy with slow, careful deliberate spurts, his hips pressing tight against her, his breath ragged as he emptied himself. She sighed, “Oh, baby, I feel it, so fucking hot,” her body trembling as she took every bit of him, her pussy milking him dry. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing together, kissing softly, their lips lingering, their bodies still joined before collapsing back onto the bed, tangled in each other.
I kept still, squinting through half-closed eyes, pretending to be out cold. My dick was hard again, throbbing painfully, but I didn’t touch it—just watched, mesmerized. It was intimate, almost tender, but still raw as hell. And just like that, all that respect they showed earlier, checking in with me, making sure I was cool with it? Gone. Out the window. Just like Christmas, they were fucking like I didn’t exist, right next to me, no care in the world. They didn’t even glance my way, didn’t pause to check if I was stirring. It was like they were in their own bubble, lost in their lust, and I fucking loved it.
They didn’t check on me, didn’t even glance my way—just passed out, their bodies tangled together, snoring softly. I waited a bit, making sure they were out, then slipped out of bed, quiet as hell, and headed to the bathroom down the hall. I locked the door, pulled my dick out, and jerked off, replaying every second of what I’d just seen—their slow, filthy fucking, her soft moans, his deep thrusts, their whispered dirty talk, and the wild, raw session from earlier. It took maybe thirty seconds before I came hard, my cum hitting the toilet bowl, my body shaking as I let out a quiet groan. I cleaned up, flushed, and washed my hands, feeling fucking satisfied.
I crept back to bed, sliding in beside them, their snores filling the room. (I’m typing this up now, still grinning like an idiot thinking about it.) The whole night last night was perfect—watching them go at it like animals, then seeing them fuck slow and quiet like I wasn’t even there? Fucking unreal. The way they went from needing my permission to just losing themselves completely, no regard for me, just like Christmas. It was exactly what I wanted. Raw, real, no bullshit. Ty’s here ’til Sunday, and I’m already stoked for whatever’s next. This shit just keeps getting better.
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