Bundling at the Bowling Alley

Phonesex Monika

In one of my college classes, I heard about this thing called “bundling.” It’s where a couple sleeps together but doesn’t have sex; it’s kinda like a test, making sure the young couple can restrain their desires but become emotionally intimate. So, I really wanted to try to duplicate it…with a twist.

And, when I was the last person to leave the bowling alley yesterday, the idea popped right into my head. Two couples owned the place, and I thought they were pretty hot. I kept playing with the idea; and, after my friends left, I was still there with the two couples.

One of the girls began kissing me, then the other couple’s husband. Yeah, this was going to be fun. I told them that I wanted to play a game. One of the guys moved toward the bowling balls, but I took his hand and shook my head “No.”

I said, “Strip.” The women were first, and their lovers followed quickly (and clumsily) afterward. This was going to be fun and I was getting my little edge-play heart excited! I instructed the girls to lay down on the cold, wooden floor. The guys were told to lay over them, the tip of their cock hovering over the girls’ cunts. I watched as the couples laughed and smiled, and even taunted each other.

But, then, I saw the men’s muscles start to shake. It was time: I started with a small bowling ball, the lightest weight, and placed it between the back and buttocks of both men. They grimaced a little and then resumed taunting each other. I whispered in both of their ears that the winner would be able to push a bowling pin wherever he wanted it on the opponent.

I increased the weights until one of them fell, his dick plummeting into his partner’s cunt; the exhaustion and cum mixed. Then, the winner, barely able to roll to his side, stumbled up. He victoriously took a bowling pin from my hand. He pushed the pin into his opponent’s ass, the opponent falling into his partner and cumming loudly. Then, the winner stumbled, bringing the pin to the loser’s mouth. He pushed the pin against the loser’s mouth; and, yes, his lips were opening and enveloping the tip…so miraculously. The woman beneath him throttled her hips once more and began kissing the victor’s feet.

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