Angel & Two More Men

He took her suggestion, going even further and peeling off his socks, and sat on one of the two chairs beside Angel's small table. She moved the other chair next to him and sat down, her hand quickly finding his thigh and creeping upward to his crotch, where she could again see the long bulge down one leg.

"Luanne will want to have as normal a life as she can, and that would almost certainly include a boy friend, and having sex with him," Angel said, continuing that topic of the conversation they had been having at the Club.

"I would expect that, but I don't know exactly what she would be doing with him. I don't think she's ever shared those kinds of details with me."

"Do you want to find out some of the ways?" Without waiting for an answer, Angel got up from her chair, knelt between Gus's legs and smiled at him, licking her lips as she did.

"Well, er, yeah. Sure." Gus knew what Angel was about to start doing, or thought he did, and was totally in favor of the idea. He had been sucked off a few times in his life, of course, but never by a woman as beautiful as the young blonde who was on her knees in front of him.

Not wanting Gus to change his mind, Angel reached out to unbuckle his belt and unbutton the waistband of his pants. He rose slightly in the chair, and she unzipped his fly and hooked her fingers around the waistband to start pulling off his pants. Eager to expedite matters, Gus rose from the chair enough that Angel was able to pull the garment around his ass, all the way down his legs and off. Smiling at the prominent swelling in his boxer shorts, she unsnapped the waistband and treated them the same way she had treated his pants. With Gus naked below the waist, Angel looked gleefully at the big, hard cock that was protruding from his crotch.

She did much more than look. Resting one forearm on his thigh and holding his shaft with the fingers of the other hand, Angel raised her head above what she admired so much.