Satisfied, and yet with so much unfulfilled, Libby settled for a bubble bath and sat quietly alone. Liberal use of the detachable showerhead kept her cumming, and every so often she’d lick her chin to relive their presence. But that didn’t last forever, and the shower head just didn’t seem enough anymore.
She switched off the jets, dried herself off, and sat down in front of her laptop. Ten minutes later she was in bed. As she slept, a minimum wage employee at a distribution center fulfilled her online order. A slender, bright pink dildo would soon be delivered to her door, to be paired with her trusted and reliable vibrator. All of Libby’s solo sex would now be solo threesomes.
Libby crawled forward and rolled herself onto the ground with a thud. But any judge would have overlooked such a technical flaw in her dismount with a look at her charmingly innocent yet greedy smile. She tilted her head back and asked, “Didn’t you bring any Valentine’s candy for me, boys?”
Her fingertips ran circles around her areolas as they stroked their cocks, eager to submit their goods to a taste test. John exploded first, but Alex followed just seconds later. The sight of Libby with a hot load of sticky cum for lip gloss is what set him off.
Libby laughed near maniacly and gave each guy a kiss on one of his nuts. “What do you say I draw up the jucuzzi, light some candles, and we relax a while?” she proposed. But it wasn’t to be. “Sorry, I have to get back home to my date,” said John. “Me too,” said Alex. “I still need to seal that deal.” The cum covered femme watched as they threw their clothes on and left her kneeling on the rug.
Alex understandably wanted his own shot at Libby’s tight little ass. He’d dreamed about it for much longer after all. Libby settled in as the two boys’ bodies clamped down around her like a Penis-fly trap. They worked like pistons in her loins, fighting over what little space she had.
Sprawled on hands, knees, and cock, Libby reached her Valentine’s Day O. Her pussy muscles worked over time to try and draw cum and climaxes out of her double date, but Libby had a different ending in mind.
Anal was something she’d only tried once and years before, but she had to admit it was something that had been crossing her mind more and more lately. Which is why when John slipped it into Libby’s back door, she didn’t give him a healthy slap to the face. She did however feel the need to bite down, which she mercifully resisted. Instead Libby turned up the tempo on her cock lusting, damn near finishing Alex on the spot.
A knock at the door. Already ajar, it creaked open by itself. But Libby’s gaze wasn’t met by Alex’s, he was looking down the hall. It soon became clear why as John entered the doorframe. They had both answered her call.
What could have been an awkward situation or fight was craftily turned around by Libby. She had everyone’s best intentions in mind when she pretended she had a threesome in mind all along.
Libby put on the sexiest thing she had, her pale bare skin. There was no sense in beating around the bush. She was lusting like a dog. She just wanted to close her eyes and feel a man’s hands sample her bodily buffet. It didn’t matter who or where, just when…i.e. now!
10 minutes went by, no texts or calls. Maybe she had been too forward, too desperate. But Libby chastized herself for thinking such things…with only an hour left it was no time to play it conservative. No, the problem must be a lack of clarity. The lusty lady took out her camera again and snapped a second photo. In this one she’d establish her invitation with crystal clarity. Her panties-shot was dispatched to both men, post-haste.
Libby was less than two hours away from completing her first Valentine’s Day alone since she first began to date. She thought she was okay with it, she really did. All week she and her single friend Margie mocked others’ Valentine’s plans. The flowers, the hearts, the dinners. And all that Libby could look down on, as a consumerist charade. But as midnight neared, Libby realized she was missing out on the one Valentine’s gift that wasn’t shallow, a gesture not out of expectation but of real passion. She always had great Valentine’s Day sex, and she couldn’t let the streak fall without a struggle.
She stole a pink heart rug from in front of her neighbor’s apartment and made it look like it was all she wore. Libby’s camera flashed three times and then snapped the photo. She forwarded it to John, her new friend from the gym. But no…wait, he had a date. Too bad. Maybe a one time fling with Alex, one of her best friends since middle school. Now was no time to worry about her friend zone. She sent out a second booty call.