The Obscurati by Wynn Wagner Page B

complaints, of course. Fucking is fun. I’ve enjoyed it for a hundred years, and I’m still not tired of it.
    Lonny was built trim. He had a bit of chest hair but not so much that it was objectionable. I like Oberon’s smooth chest. He has a few strands of long, dark hair right around his nipples, but is smooth all the way to his pubes. Lonny sported a little more fuzz. His chest hair was as smooth and soft as you’d find on someone’s head.
    He slid down and took Oberon’s dick into his mouth. Oberon let him. Most of the time, Oberon thinks mouths should only touch mouths. He likes the taste of cum, but he doesn’t really get off on blow jobs. Oberon is a fucking machine. He wants ass, and plenty of it. It is what he likes, and he is very skilled at it. He cuddles and kisses and fucks. You wouldn’t say my husband is versatile. That isn’t a complaint, because you just hit my three favorite things. I love to kiss and cuddle, and I really like Oberon to make love to me. And Oberon would spend all day making love to me. I think our record is eight times in a single night. Talk about raw. I could barely sit for days, and vampires heal really fast. He must have done some serious damage that night, and I loved every second of it.
    Oberon was sitting on my legs and playing with my dick and balls while Lonny moved back and forth between Oberon’s dick and mine. It didn’t seem fair to Lonny, whose dick was getting no attention. I reached out and pulled on his leg. That was all the invitation he needed. He swung around to put his cock just over my mouth. It is hard for a vampire to give a blow job because of the fangs. You can do serious damage to a human without intending to. I had to be careful because my fangs are always out during sex.
    Oh, okay. Lonny didn’t want a blow job. He wanted to fuck my face. Cool, I like that. Lonny was sucking my dick while he fucked my face. It was a kind of modified sixty-nine with me beneath two men and unable to move. Lonny’s hips did all the movement necessary. Lonny was your basic top/bottom/anal/oral/kisser who also liked to cuddle. It was great.
    Oberon slid between my legs and parted them widely. I knew what he wanted, so I floated about a half a meter off the bed. Lonny wasn’t freaked out, but I don’t know for sure that he noticed. He was a little busy with my dick in his mouth and his in my mouth.
    Oberon glided gently under me, and I felt his dick on the edge of my hole. He had spun around and had both hands on my shoulders. Oberon was on the bottom, and Lonny was on top. I was the sausage in the middle of the sandwich. Oberon usually starts making love slowly. This time he just wanted to fuck, so he impaled me with enough force that Lonny’s mouth was knocked off my dick. No lube; maybe some spit, but mainly just Oberon’s pre-cum. It is just the way I like it. An uncut cock doesn’t need much lube, and Oberon always had enough pre-cum ready to do the trick. He does know how to make an “entrance.”
    I’m sure Lonny saw that we were hovering off the bed, but he barely missed a beat fucking my face, and his mouth was back over my own dick quickly. Oberon pounded my butt. It was hard and fast. He growled deeply, like he was a werewolf or something. He grabbed the sides of my hips to control the motion better. When we fuck floating, Newton’s laws about equal and opposite reactions become a factor. Oberon is powerful enough that he could have sent Lonny and me hurling to the ceiling. With every thrust, Oberon pulled down on my hips.
    It didn’t take long. When Oberon gets into that “I need to fuck” mood, he takes care of business hard and fast. In just a couple of minutes I heard the groan that told me that he was about to shoot a load of cum into my ass.
    I had to try to cum. Most of the time I have to hold back so I don’t shoot too soon. That wouldn’t be a problem now. A little after Oberon’s explosion, I sent a load of cum blasting into Lonny’s