He had the same idea and moved forward so that he was in position, his huge cock touching my pussy. Using his hand, he slid the broad head of his erection up and down between my puffy lips, occasionally teasing my opening, but then moved up and laid the heavy length of it on my tummy, his big balls against my wet sex.
He pressed and moved against me for a short time, the half-covered head of his cock over my navel, the hard ridge under the base of his shaft against my clit, and his heavy ball sack sliding on my cum-streaked lips, and I came again.
Richard was leaning over me, staring raptly at Jason’s huge cock lying on my belly, and he leaned in and licked it from base to tip.
Jason groaned approvingly, then said to me. “You want this in you?”
“Oh God yes!”
“You’re sure, both of you?”
Richard glanced at him a gave a quick affirmative nod, but I said, “Fuck… yes, I’m sure."
“Tell me if it hurts or gets uncomfortable.”
When I nodded, he positioned the fat, purple head at my pussy and gently pushed forward, my soft, slippery sex slowly conforming to his size and stretching to receive him. To my surprise – and probably because he’d followed Richard – it didn’t hurt at all! I felt an exhilarating stretching sensation as he entered me, but it was more of a soft, pleasant burn than pain, and then suddenly he was in me. It felt huge and amazing, and he slowly began to move in and out, giving me a bit more of his length with each thrust.
I was focused on the sensation of him entering me, filling me, and was astonished by how full I felt as he slowly drove deeper, and at how good it felt! He was thickest near the base of his cock, and I felt the burn again as he went in deeper and my body was forced to yeild. Richard was staring at where Jason and I were joined, his eyes wide, and when I looked I saw that he was again rigidly erect.
When he glanced up at my face he saw me looking at him and said, “Fuck, babe.”
“God… I know! He’s huge, Richie.”
“I know, I can see that. You look… wow, hon’. You okay?”
“Oh god, yes. It feels incredible.”
“Looks pretty fucking amazing too!”
When Jason began to slowly fuck me, moving in and out, I could feel him gently topping out with each forward thrust. He wasn’t battering me, but he was using every bit of my pussy. I looked up at him. “Is that all of you?”
He shook his head. “Not quite… almost. Are we okay?”
“Well, I am… I’m… ohh, fuck, I think… ohh, fuck I’m going to come!”
He said, “Mmm-hmm,” crushed my clit with his thumb and thrust a bit deeper, and I came. I locked my heels behind him and bucked and thrust myself onto his massive cock, crying out, cursing him, frantic for every sensation, every spasm and quiver of my body as a massive orgasm ripped through me, my pussy seizing on his equally massive organ. I wanted to feel that giant cock filling me, taking me, making me feel things I’d never felt before, and Jason knew. He knew just what I wanted.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, and I felt a tiny bit of pain filter through my orgasm as he bottomed out, his balls against my ass, but it was what I needed, even desperately craved at that moment - pain, pleasure, anything, everything - and I swore and called him names as I bucked against his cock. I was shuddering and shaking and moaning, and when I glanced at Richie he looked shocked, but he was masturbating furiously, his cock stiff and straining.
Jason kept fucking me – it may have been half a minute or several minutes, I have no idea as I was chain-coming – but when he groaned and said he was going to come, Richie stepped closer and shot his big white load, spurt after spurt, into my open mouth and across my lips, chin and throat. Moments later, I felt Jason strain and spasm deep inside of me, his huge cock pumping and flexing in orgasm as he filled me.
I screamed, “Fuck, yes!” as he emptied his balls into me. At that moment I wanted it all. I wanted his cock, his balls, every drop of his cum, I wanted to be fucked, be a slut, be my husband’s dirty, slutty wife, and I wanted both of them to take me, use me, leave me dripping and sweaty, cum-filled and splooge splattered, and my orgasm was so intense I nearly blacked out.
Suddenly, it seemed like the only noise was a few low groans and a lot of heavy breathing. We were all at once still, quiet, shocked by the intensity of it all, and I slowly became aware that they were both staring at me, Jason still deep inside of me and Richard with his dripping, drooping cock still in his hand. Shudders and aftershocks of my incredible climax continued to ripple through me as I slowly came down, very aware of how Jason still filled me.
They were watching me, waiting to see if I was okay, I think. To reassure them, I said, “Holy shit!”
Richie laughed. “Profound – and yes, holy shit indeed. Did you enjoy that?”
I blew out a long breath. “Oh… my… god! You have to ask?”
“Sometimes I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain, babe.”
“Some of both, I think, but it all morphed into amazing.”
Jason looked concerned. “I hurt you?”
I smiled at him. “A little, yes. But it hurt so good!”
“You sure?”
“Oh yes, very sure. Your cock is amazing… it’s probably good that Richard went first though. I think the pre-stretch and man-lube helped.”
Richie snorted. “Good to know I’m good for something, I guess.”
I reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling his face down to mine. “Don’t be like that. You’re good for everything.” I kissed him, my lips slick with his load and his lips still tasting of Jason’s cum. “Are you going to give Jason the Seth treatment?
Richard loves to suck and lick Seth’s cock after we’ve fucked, tasting me and Seth mixed together. Seth is bi too and loves it; his cock is so sensitive at that point that Richie has him squirming and moaning the entire time. He will sometimes let Richard continue until he comes again, giving Richie a full dose of what he’d given me. Once he’s done with Seth he’ll start on me, loving the cleanup duties.
He looked at Jason as I asked, “You okay with Richard cleaning you up?
“Maybe, in a few minutes.” He hesitated. “I’m pretty happy where I am right now if it’s okay with you two.”
I glanced at Richard and then hooked my heels behind Jason’s ass, pulling him into me. “We’re fine with it – I know I’m in no hurry for you to leave.” I wasn’t, either. It felt good in me, such a wonderfully full sensation, and now that my body had adapted to him I wasn’t in any hurry to give him up.
He groaned, wiggling his hips and moving inside of me. He was still thick and mostly hard, so that got a moan from me and a smile from Richard, who said, “I don’t think she’s going to want you to ever take it out.”
“I don’t want to, but the way you’re squeezing me you’ll probably squish it out in a few minutes. Tough to keep it in someplace so tight and slippery when it goes floppy.” That made me laugh, and my tummy tensing almost pushed him out but he held tight against me. “Careful there, Rayney – don’t sneeze, whatever you do!”
I didn’t, and he remained inside of me until he eventually went soft enough to slip free, the excess of semen in me greasing his exit. I felt his cock slip loose, leaving me feeling empty and incomplete as it slid down on me in a slick of cum, and then he extricated himself from between my legs and flopped down beside me, the two of us jammed together on the sofa, his wet, flaccid length draped warm and heavy across my hip.
Richard leaned forward to lick it, tasting the mix of cum – mostly Jason’s, now – and we watched him. Jason allowed him to continue for a couple of minutes, during which time Richie took him into his mouth, but when he shifted uncomfortably and pulled free, he said, “Why don’t both of you do that? I’d like that better.”
Richie, Jason’s cock still in his hand, looked up at him. “You don’t want me to do this?”
Jason replied, “I’m just not… I’d feel better if you did it together. I’ve never been all that comfortable with guy-on-guy, but a woman being involved seems to make it okay. Just a natural part of it, you know?”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re not bi?”
“I don’t know what I am. I mean, I’ve had guys touch me or suck my dick, and I’ve touched them, and it’s all good. I enjoy it, I suppose, but there’s always been a woman too. Usually a wife, like you two.”
Richard said, “Oh, well...” and sat there, still holding Jason’s spent cock. I could tell he now felt awkward and embarrassed, so before it could get any worse I slid down alongside him and we shared Jason’s cock once again, taking turns sucking and licking him. That seemed to make everyone more comfortable – and I enjoyed it too – and the difficult moment passed.
Richard had slid one hand between my legs and was playing with me as we worked on Jason, his fingers moving in and out of me easily in my current condition. After a few minutes, Jason shifted and sat up before he rose to his feet.
“I need to use your bathroom, maybe clean up a little more. Don’t stop on my account though!” His eyes traveled to Richard’s hand between my legs and he smiled as he turned away.
We watched him go, the occasional appearance of his cock swinging between his legs from behind a reminder of his length, before Richie looked at me. “That was weird… kind of awkward.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I think he’s bi, just not quite ready to admit it to himself. He likes sex, always has, so the fact that he doesn’t exclude guys touching and sucking him in a threesome is partly that, but he seemed to enjoy it too.”
He shrugged. “I guess. It’s awkward for me though, knowing that.”
I touched his face. “It will be fine. Just tread lightly, let things take their natural course.”
“I know. You sure seemed to enjoy yourself.”
“You could tell?”
He looked at me, surprised, then got it and laughed. “Yeah, much as you tried to hide the fact, I could discern that you were enjoying it. It was subtle, though.”
“It felt good. Amazing. Different, for sure.”
“He didn’t hurt you? It looked like it would… or at least be uncomfortable.”
I shook my head. “No, not really. Almost, at times, but it felt… well, I came like crazy so it couldn’t have been too bad.”
“I guess. The way you came… I guess he rocked your world. I’m glad you had a good time.” He fell silent, and I heard him sigh.
“You okay?”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Richard… Are you jealous?”
“No.”
“Truth, please.”
He hesitated, but then he put his hand on my knee and squeezed. “I’m always jealous when we do this. Of course I am, but I think that’s just part of it. There would be something wrong if I wasn’t.”
I was shocked, but also confused. “I thought you enjoyed it too! You should have said something, we could have stopped.”
“I do enjoy it! The jealousy…” he stopped, frowning in concentration. “Do you remember telling him it hurt so good when he had that horse cock of his so deep inside of you?”
I nodded.
“That’s what the jealousy is for me, hon’. I’m so aroused by what we’re doing that my heart is pounding and I can barely breathe, I’m sweating bullets and my cock is so hard it aches. My fucking balls feel like boulders, and I tingle all over while it’s happening, but that burn of jealousy, that ache inside keeps me centered. It reminds me of what we’re doing and why, and who we are – you know, to each other. It hurts, but it’s good.”
When I didn’t reply, he said, “Does that make any sense?”
I nodded again. “I don’t know… I mean it does, I guess. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But it’s like you said. It hurts so good. I don’t want to quit, partly because I enjoy it and get to be myself and share my bisexuality with you, but also because you get so much pleasure from it. I love that you do.”
“Richie… You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Crazy in love with you.”
“Me too, my love. I do enjoy doing this, and you know I like men and their cocks. You’ve always known that about me. It is exciting doing this with you, and it feels so good.”
“I know. I can tell.”
I laughed. “More of my subtlety, right? Are you sure you don’t want to stop? I mean, if it hurts you and makes you jealous…”
“Never. Not unless you do, then we will.”
“You’re too good for me.”
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough.”
That brought tears to my eyes. “Oh, Richard. You’re wrong about that. I do love you, you crazy, sexy man.”
“I love you too, and I love taking you back after these things, making you mine again. Like this…” He kneeled between my legs and lifted them in the air as he leaned forward and kissed my cum-filled sex. I was a mess, Jason’s cum leaking from me and down my ass crack, but he buried his face in the slippery, sloppy mess and licked and kissed and sucked me clean, and I came as he tongued my clit.
I pulled his hair and held his head and swore at him, and locked my thighs against his ears, holding him in place, and I came again and again, and when I glanced up Jason was standing there watching us, slowly stroking his magnificent, semi-hard cock, and as I came yet again I stared into his eyes.
He moved closer, watching my husband as he licked me and pushed me toward another orgasm, and I reached up and stroked his shaft with my fingertips, tracing a fat blood vessel that pulsed along his length and toying with his silky foreskin. He shuddered with arousal but smiled at me.
“Fuck, you two are sexy! I’m so glad I ran into Rich at the store.”
“Mmm, us too. Richard says your cum tastes good.” He’d said no such thing, of course. It was my way of reminding Jason that Richard was doing the same thing he’d done after Richie came in me. He might not think he’s bi, but lapping another man’s cum out of a woman’s pussy is only a tiny step from taking a cumshot in his mouth!
He grinned as he sat down beside me, kissing me before he lowered his head to my breasts. I’m not sure what it is with men and nipples, but whatever it is, I’m glad they have it! His tongue and nipple nibbles combined with Richie still eagerly attending to my pussy brought me there again, and I shuddered and moaned through one last orgasm. I could have gone on, but I had no need to, not right then. I was tired and hungry – great sex and good weed will do that – and I knew they must be too.
When I gently pushed Richard away, telling him no more, he crawled up onto the sofa and sat on my other side. He too was only semi-erect – like Jason, needing more recovery time after his second climax. I can always tell when Richie isn’t hard after going down on me that he needs a break, because that usually has him throbbing. I took a tired cock in each hand, wanting to feel them.
We sat there quietly, enjoying the mild aches and exhaustion of vigorous sex. I wasn’t at all sore from taking the two large guys so close together, but I could tell I’d done something different! There was a pleasant sort of “used” (for lack of a better word) after-effect, such that I knew I’d been well-fucked and had climaxed many times, but not anything that would stop me from soon craving more.
Of course, a big, thick, semi-hard cock in each hand was adding to my slowly rejuvenating arousal. I love fondling a nice cock in any of its various permutations, from small and soft to huge and throbbing, but this semi-hard stage following orgasm is one of my favorites, the soft, heavy, rubbery feel of it so sensual in my hand. With one for each hand the sensation increased exponentially, and I knew if I continued I’d make one or both of them hard and need it in me all over again.
I reluctantly released my two prizes and used a hand on the nearest thigh on each side to help myself to my feet. Reaching out to Richard, I said, “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up a little and get something to eat. I’m starving!”
Jason agreed. “Me too; you’d think we didn’t just have a big dinner a couple of hours ago! Is there something I can get started on?”
Richard said, “We have some cheese and some of those little summer sausage things in the refrigerator if you want to start slicing some up.”
I added, “There are also crackers in the cabinet to the left of the stove, up top. Knives are in the corner drawer.”
He stood. “Good enough, I’ll get going on that.”
His cock was mostly hanging down under its own weight but it still had a bit of starch in it, giving it a nice arching, drooping look. I reached beneath it and cupped his heavy balls. “Are you going to want more, or are we done?”
He groaned. “Mmm, fuck… I’m up for more – or I will be soon – if you guys are.”
Richard chuckled. “Rayne is always ready for more. But yeah, I’ll be good to go in a little while too, so plan on staying longer. You can spend the night if you want.”
“I might just take you up on that. Rayney, were you always this horny?”
I laughed. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“How come we never got together back then?”
I hesitated but decided to be honest. “I hate to say it, but I thought you were pretty obnoxious.”
“Yeah, I get that; I was a jerk sometimes when I was young and stupid.”
“No, you were a complete asshole all the time.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I guess I was… fuck. I’m sorry about that. I think I’ve changed. I hope so, anyhow.”
I smiled at him. “You have – just the fact that you can laugh at yourself now is a great sign.”
“Thanks. And thanks also for giving me a chance. I’m so glad you did.”
“Us too. We like you better now that you just have a big dick instead of being a big dick, don’t we, hon’?”
“We do, yes. This has been fun.”
He smiled. “Thanks. Why don’t you two get cleaned up while I do my scullery maid duties.”
I squeezed his cock. “Nobody is going to mistake you for a maid with this thing hanging between your legs!”
He grinned and turned toward the kitchen as Richard and I went to clean up. We dawdled a little in the bathroom, chatting and touching each other, enjoying the simmering arousal of what we were doing, and still a little surprised at our eagerness and daring. By the time we got back out there he had things in pretty good shape, a nice snack tray with crackers and chips, cheese, sausage, cherry tomatoes, olives, celery, and dip put together, and fresh glasses of wine poured. He’d gone far beyond the simple things I’d mentioned, raiding our fridge for more goodies.
Richard said, “Wow, Jason, looks good! Forget the scullery maid thing, you’ll make someone a great wife someday.”
He nodded. “Thanks, I think. I worked as a sous chef at a resort in Aspen for a winter; I picked up a few things along the way.”
I was surprised. “You worked in the kitchen, not ski patrol?” I knew that was what he’d done for winter employment in the past.
“I broke my leg right before ski season started that year. I was working on a lift and I fell.”
“Ouch! That sounds like no fun.”
“It sucked, but I did get to stay in their subsidized employee housing still, and I learned some new things.”
I smiled. “Cooking, for example?”
“A little, among other things. Mostly just food prep there. It was the other things that helped the most.”
“Oh? Such as?” I was thoroughly enjoying being naked with these two men, both tall and fit and handsome – and, of course, well-endowed. I enjoy seeing naked guys in their relaxed state, cocks dangling, and both Jason and Richard dangled very attractively.
Neither had a stubby little two-inch cock that barely stuck out – not that I wouldn’t have appreciated and checked that out too, because, you know, cute – but I liked the way their junk hung down, the length and weight allowing it to swing or sway with their movements. It was almost hypnotic, but again the size difference between them was apparent.
I think Richie is more of a grower than Jason, who’s more show than grow, uncommonly large even when flaccid, and it made their size differential even more obvious now. The fact that Jason looked so large even alongside my husband, who’s usually the largest in the room anytime we’re around other naked guys, was astonishing.
It didn’t hurt that both of them kept looking at me too, their eyes roaming my body. I don’t know that I’m an exhibitionist – maybe I am, a little – but it’s good for the ego to be so openly admired. To keep from becoming too vain about it I reminded myself that men will look at virtually any naked woman. The opposite is also true, I’m sure, although I think we’ll also look even at others of the same sex when naked. It’s just a part of human sexuality and curiosity!
As for the other things he’d “learned”, he told us about a woman he’d met when he was twenty-eight. She’d been forty-two at that time and married, but that had not prevented her from bedding him and taking advantage of his unique sexual gifts during the winter she and her husband (obviously wealthy) had spent in Aspen. She’d taught him that there was much more to good sex than just a big dick, and of the many other things he could do to or for a woman that would make her appreciate him all the more.
He said he’d been amazed to discover that he could drive her to sexual heights without ever getting his cock involved, and by the time she was begging for it she truly appreciated it, having massive orgasms even as he entered her.
She’d also been the one that taught him how easy it was to give a woman shattering orgasms with lips and tongue after she’d had sex, when he’d thought she was all done. That had given him an appreciation for going down on a creamy pussy, as he had for me, not because he had a fetish for it but because it drove her out of her mind with arousal. He said it made him feel powerful; in my experience, any man that can and will do that is indeed very powerful!
She sounded like she’d been hyper-sexual, and was certainly multi-orgasmic and utterly uninhibited, delighted to find such a willing student, but especially one who was as horny and hung as Jason was. He’d taken eagerly to her tutelage. Once he’d relaxed around her, she brought her husband into it. He’d turned out to be a willing cuckold, a kink his wife supported, not particularly well-endowed but generous and eager to please both his wife and Jason.
He’d been the first man to suck Jason’s cock in their threesomes – something else he’d developed an appreciation for as a result – and would often clean both of them after they’d had sex. He was the one who had first awakened his wife to that special joy, which she’d passed along to our new friend.
I made a mental note to ask for her name and address so I could send her a thank you card. Anyone that could turn Jason from the self-centered ass he’d been into the talented, generous, and attentive lover he was now was obviously a miracle worker!
We never sat, instead standing or leaning on the counter, moving about the kitchen at times as we talked. We also caught up on old friends and acquaintances, updating each other on those we’d kept in touch with and where they were, and what they were doing now. Even though it had begun to feel very natural to be naked with the two of them it didn’t keep me from enjoying the view!
We touched as we came near each other, which kept me aroused, and being able to admire and even reach out and stroke a big cock with my fingers, or fondle a heavy, virile set of balls from time to time had my pot boiling. I stayed wet and hot, and my nipples felt tight and hard, tingling with arousal and sensitive to every touch.
At one point I stopped to place some things in the sink and Jason wrapped his arms around me from behind, cupping my breasts in his hands and moving his hips as he nestled his cock into the valley of my ass. Something about that position must be as natural and instinctual to men as taking a nipple in their mouth because every guy I’ve ever been intimate with has done it, whether dressed or naked. I love the way it feels, and if they couple it with nuzzling or kissing my neck and ears – as Jason did - I melt. It works in either condition, too, whether his cock is soft, as Jason’s was, and pressed between my cheeks or upright and hard against my spine.
When he slid one hand from my boob down to my pussy and began to play in that special hot spot I moaned and pressed back against him, wiggling my butt against his cock and feeling him begin to harden. “Mmm, that feels so nice. You must think so too, judging by your reaction.”
He ground his growing cock into me. “Yeah, I’m about ready for some more of that sweet pussy, if that’s what you guys had in mind. Feels like you are too if this hot little wet thing is any indication.” He had two fingers inside of me when he said it, so he knew exactly how ready I was!
I glanced at Richie, who was standing with his hip against the oven, arms folded across his chest and his lovely cock horizontal and rising. That was a positive sign that he was onboard, so I extricated myself from Jason as he extricated his fingers from me, and I seized a big, thick cock in each hand and led my two guys to the bedroom.
I got Jason to lay across the bed, his legs dangling off the side, then crawled up and mounted his face, facing Richard. As Jason began to eagerly tongue my horny pussy, I leaned forward and took his almost fully hard cock into my mouth. Richard kneeled between his legs and we shared him for a few minutes before he stood up, raging-hard now, and let me take turns sucking both of them while Jason brought me to orgasm with his tongue. Having two hard cocks to suck and play with helped hurry me along and I came very nicely.
Once I had, I lifted myself from Jason's face, swung around to face my husband, and moved down to straddle his hips. Richie held his rock-hard cock erect, helping to guide it into me, and I slowly lowered myself, gasping once again in shock at how huge it felt as he penetrated me. It was easier this time, though. There was still the burn of his girth, but I knew what to expect and that first long, deep slide of a hard male into me was as pleasurably sensual and intense as it always is.
I’d turned around to face Richard partly so I could watch him watching us, but also because I’d planned to suggest that he apply tongue and lips to where Jason and I were joined. He beat me to it, however, watching Jason’s big cock stretch me open for only a few thrusts before he dropped to his knees and began to lick me, being sure to include the base of Jason’s shaft and his balls for some attention.
His tongue on my sensitive clit was going to be enough to make me come very quickly, but the mere fact that he was doing it so eagerly was a huge thrill too. I knew he was aroused and erect and living one of his fantasies.
I realized that Jason was enjoying it as much as we were when he said, “Ohh, fuck! That’s fucking insane, man. Rayney, if I come too fast for you, blame it on your husband… fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this!”
He groaned again as he thrust up into me, and I looked down to see my husband suck one of his huge balls into his mouth, a look of pure pleasure on his face as he tongued it.
When he returned his attention to my clit, I came. It was huge and mind-blowing and soul-shaking, and all I could do was shudder and tremble through it, my pussy spasming on Jason’s thickness as I cried out, swearing and moaning unintelligibly. Richard told me later it was almost a little frightening, that I was shaking and having spasms like I had an electrical current running through me. He’d been the one shocked, though, not me.
To me, it didn’t feel like that. It was incredibly intense, one of those precious whole-body climaxes; it felt like I was dying of orgasmic ecstasy, and at that moment I was perfectly fine with that possibility. It went on a long time (although never long enough!) and when it began to fade, I had no bones left in my body.
Jason hadn’t come, although I was not only unaware of that at the time, I couldn’t have cared less. But in any event, when I oozed off of him in my current boneless condition and flopped onto the bed alongside, his erection stood straight up from his tummy, rock-hard and throbbing. It was glistening with my juices, and Richie took it into his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking Jason’s massive cock.
In a daze, I watched, enjoying Richard’s pleasure and glad that Jason was allowing him to indulge his fantasy a little bit – and glad I didn’t have to lift a finger! I thought maybe Jason had decided to throw caution to the wind and indulge the bi side that he denied – and he did, for a few minutes – but just about the time I thought maybe he’d come in my husband’s mouth he gasped and pulled away.
“Ohh, fuck, man, you’re going to make me come!”
Richie shrugged. “I was trying. It’s okay, I‘d love it if you would.”
Jason hesitated. “Yeah, I can’t… I would, I mean, but, you know, I want to come in your wife.”
I knew Richard was disappointed, but he said, “Can’t blame you for that, it’s a pretty sweet place to come.”
I moaned, too tired to appreciate the sentiment, but also too tired to resist. “Ohhh, guys, it’s okay if you want to just finish each other, honest. I’ll watch.”
Jason grinned. “Nah, come on. Just one more. It won’t take long, I promise.” He reached down and lifted me bodily, pulling me to a kneeling position in front of him, my ass to his groin.
It was the one thing he could have done to spark my interest; I love being taken from behind, doggy-style, unquestionably my favorite position, and the thought of him slamming his monster organ into me from the back, his balls bouncing off my pussy, was almost enough to make me feel horny again.
Still, I had to give him some grief. I looked over my shoulder at him. “You know, promising a girl it won’t take long is usually not a great selling point. Unless maybe her husband will be home soon, of course.”
He laughed. “Sorry, but it’s true. I figured you were about done anyway.”
“Oh, I am, but you happen to have stumbled on my favorite position.”
“It’s true,” Richard told him. “I’m proud of you, babe. You’re a trooper.”
I smiled at him. “And a slut, thank you.” I put my head and shoulders down on the bed and thrust my ass up at Jason, presenting him with my puffy, wet pussy. “Fuck me, stud!”
He did, taking me in one monstrous thrust, slowing for the last couple of inches but getting every bit of his cock into me as my body adapted and took it. When his balls were crushed to my sex he stopped for a moment and I could feel him flexing his cock inside of me, simulating the way it feels when a man is coming.
To my complete surprise, I came. I hadn’t thought I would and it wasn’t as mind-blowing as the last one, but there’s no such thing as a bad orgasm and I enjoyed it completely. As I was coming, he started to fuck me, hard, deep, and fast, slamming it into me, and I swore at him and came again – maybe twice, his balls smacking my clit. In perhaps a minute, maybe less, he did too, holding himself full-length deep in me as he pumped me full of cum.
I held still, focused on the sensations of that big cock so deep inside of me as it spasmed and flexed, squirting one pulse after another of his cream so deeply into me, but while I was still, I wasn’t quiet. No, I was busy moaning and telling him to fill me and telling my husband how good it felt. It may not have been the most tactful thing to do, but it was true, and judging by the extreme hardness of Richard’s cock, he was okay with it.
When Jason was done, and after holding himself deep for another minute or two until the sensations eased and he began to soften, he slid slowly out of me. I gasped as he slipped free, feeling a sudden emptiness, but Richard proved he was still in the game, immediately taking his place and sliding that steel cock of his all the way in, my pussy open and stretched and amply lubed with Jason’s cream.
I came for him too, despite my exhaustion, and when he lubed up his fingers with Jason’s and my juices and pushed first one and then two into my ass, I came again. I’m not usually all that into anal – I have to be in the mood, and we usually do it with one of our friends who is considerably more slender-cocked than either of these two guys - but when Richard slid out of me and I felt him press the head of his cock to my tight star, I wanted it!
I was lubed with man-cum and my pussy juices, but Richie spit on me, pressed forward, and I pressed back against him, demanding he take me. When the big head of his cock suddenly slipped in, I felt a brief flare of pain, but then nothing but pleasure as he continued the thrust, sliding deep, giving me all he had.
He fucked my ass hard, as Jason had just done to my pussy, and I knew I’d come yet again if I didn’t die first! I could hear and feel his balls slapping wetly against my sloppy sex, and when I looked down and back between my breasts I could see his dangling, heavy, two-lobed sack flopping with his movements and I watched Jason’s cum drip from both of us. That did it, I came again, and when I did, clamping down on him, so did he.
I felt him filling my ass with his hot cum – or, more accurately, felt him straining and flexing as he did, although I think I also sensed a warm, flooding feeling, and I could feel the tension in his taut body as he rode out his climax.
After, when I collapsed onto my belly flat on the bed, he rode me down, his big cock staying buried in my bottom. It felt nice to have him on top of me, although I know he supported some of his weight on his knees and elbows. It was just a very pleasant, warm sensation to have that much of our skin touching, both of us utterly satiated, and I loved it. And him.
Jason lay alongside us, his face a foot from mine. He smiled. “God, you two are so fucking hot! That looked like it must have felt good.”
I smiled back at him. “It felt amazing. You should try it sometime.”
“You think you could take my size?”
I chuckled tiredly. “Absolutely not. I meant you should let Richie show you how it feels.”
He looked momentarily shocked, but then laughed. “I walked right into that one.”
“Works better if you try backing into it.”
He laughed again. “Fuck, even when you’re worn out you’re quick! You know, I just might though. You guys make it so easy to be, you, know, just… myself, I guess. Satisfy my curiosity, no judgements made.”
Richard put a hand on his shoulder. “Of course. Nothing you don’t want to do – us either, of course, but we could have fun together with all the things we do want to do.”
And we did over the rest of that summer. We saw a lot of Jason – there was a lot of Jason to see – and he turned out to be very cool and very willing to try new things. He eventually sucked Richard off, taking a fresh warm load in his mouth and swallowing every drop, discovering that he enjoyed it and the power and sense of control it brought, which is one of many things I enjoy about it too.
He also eventually let Richard take him anally – after several sessions of fingers and toys and discovering the pleasure it could bring – but when I just wanted to watch the two studs go at it, he insisted I participate. As a result, he was deep in me and unloaded in me even as Richard came deep in him, and I ended up being very glad he’d made me take part!
I could go on and on...
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