As Richie began to slowly go limp, Ernie’s cock strained proudly upward, my husband’s cum still streaking his dark shaft. As I licked it off him, taking his cock fully into my mouth and throat, I again appreciated his smaller size, his five(ish) inches the most I’d ever been able to accommodate without gagging. Ernie groaned and began to pump his hips, slowly fucking my mouth with his chubby cock. I let him, focusing on using my tongue to tease and stroke the spongy head, allowing my arousal to take over as Richard watched.
Ernie’s penis, despite being on the small size lengthwise, was thick, especially near its base, and I had a very full mouth when my lips were stretched around his girth. I love sucking cock, and anytime I have one in my mouth I’m having a fireworks show going on elsewhere in my body, low in my tummy and between my legs.
Maybe it says something about how slutty I am, but I’ve loved the sensuality of having a cock in my mouth since the very first time I experienced it, which coincidentally had been with this very same cock! Remembering that, and recalling that I’d come when he began to spurt into my mouth that first time almost made me do it again!
He groaned as I sucked on him, enjoying it as much as I was, and I hoped that I wasn’t going to make him come too quickly again, knowing he was still embarrassed about the first time. Feeling him harden and throb in my mouth, I stopped, allowing him to slip free.
“Feel good, Ernie?”
“Fuck… you know it does. You know what you’ve always done to me.”
I smiled. “Yes, I remember.” I squeezed his cock, which was rock hard. “You’re very hard. Richie, feel how hard he is!”
I was afraid that Ernie might object since, to my knowledge, he’s straight, and Richard paused, waiting to see. When Ernie didn’t say anything, Richard reached over and took his cock between his thumb and two fingers and gently squeezed it. He grinned. “Fuck, man, that’s one stiff dick!”
Ernie laughed. “Your wife has always had that effect on me, among others… I mean, she wasn’t your wife then, but you know…” He laughed again at his awkwardness. “Besides, I have to be extra hard to make up for being so tiny.”
As he often does, Ernie had tried to forestall any negative commentary on his size by making a joke about it himself, a preemptive strike. Richard handled it with aplomb, wrapping his hand around Ernie’s erection and saying, “You ain’t tiny, dude. You’re pretty damn thick.”
Ernie glanced at Richie’s cock, which was semi-hard and growing. I knew it was responding because handling Ernie’s cock was making him hornier, but Ernie probably didn’t know that when he said, “Not as big as you. As they say, where I come from, you got a beeg focking dick, señor!”
I laughed. “Ernie, you come from Colorado Springs.”
“Well, that’s what they say there – and he does. I mean, compared to Richie’s big burro cock, I have a tiny burrito.”
Richie had been gently stroking Ernie’s cock while we joked around, and now, having heard no objections, said, “I’d suck your burrito any day.”
That left Ernie momentarily at a loss for words, but eventually, he said, “Yeah? You guys do that kinda shit?”
I cupped Ernie’s big balls in my hand, gently squeezing them while Richard continued to softly stroke his cock, which was anything but soft. “Ernie, Richie is bisexual, so yeah, we do that kind of stuff. I enjoy seeing him openly be who he is because it makes him happy, but if you’re not into it, don’t think you have to go along just to get laid. You’re going to get laid either way.”
He grinned. “Well, that’s the good news. I just don’t know though. I mean, I’ve never…”
Richard interrupted him. “You ever been curious?”
Ernie thought about it. “I guess, maybe; I mean, I’ve never seriously considered it, but I’m a horny motherfucker so…”
It was my turn to interrupt him, laughing as I said, “I can attest to that!”
He fake-scowled at me. “Quiet, you! Compared to you, I was a monk. As I was saying, I’m a horny motherfucker, so I’ve probably thought about anything and everything involving sex at one time or another.”
Richard started stroking his fingertip around the base of Ernie’s cock head, just under that sensitive rim. It drives Richie crazy when I do it to him and seemed to have the same effect on Ernie, who gasped.
Richie grinned. “Feels good, huh? You know, if you’ve ever wondered, this would be a good chance to satisfy your curiosity.”
Ernie waffled. “Fuck, I don’t know…”
Ernie had always been very conscious of maintaining a macho image although he’d usually let it slip with me, in private. I’d always wondered if it was a cultural thing, Hispanic men so often visibly and unabashedly aware of their machismo in public, but I found it very cute.
Now, trying to get him to relax, I said, “You’re among friends here; nobody else ever needs to know.”
I took his hand and kissed the palm, then stretched his arm out and placed his fingers on Richie’s now very erect cock. He barely hesitated before gently wrapping his fingers around my husband’s engorged shaft, as softly as if he was handling a delicate baby bird. He breathed, “Fuck, I was right; you do have a beeg focking dick.”
Richie smiled. “And it’s yours for the taking.” He shifted positions such that Ernie could continue to play with his cock while he leaned forward and took Ernie’s short, thick cock into his mouth. I heard Ernie gasp again and hoped it was all pleasure and not revulsion or regret.
When he began to slowly masturbate Richard’s cock while also moving his hips, pumping his cock into Richie’s mouth, I figured it was indeed pleasure, and we were going to be ok. Or it may have just been because Ernie truly is a “horny motherfucker”, as he’d said.
Since they were at least momentarily focused on each other, I focused on myself while watching them. I was dripping wet and my clit was begging for attention, so I gave it some and it didn’t take long for me to come. Apparently, I know all the right moves! Also, it was very erotic to see the pleasure on my husband’s face, Ernie’s dark cock deep in his mouth, and Ernie fondling my husband and seeming to enjoy it.
Even as I moaned and came I was wondering if Ernie would come while Richard sucked him. I know all of his signs and am very aware of his tendency to come quickly and suddenly, but Richie is less familiar with it, although I’d told him when teasing him with stories about me and any former sex partners. I knew that if he did, Richard would be ok with it.
I needn’t have worried, because, before long, Ernie cautioned him. “Dude, you’re gonna make me come.”
Richie paused long enough to reply, “That’s fine, go ahead and come,” before taking Ernie’s straining erection back into his mouth.
Ernie groaned, but said, “No, man, I was sort of hoping to come in your wife, not in your mouth.”
That made my husband laugh, and he backed off, saying, “Oh, well, that just shows excellent judgment on your part.”
I said, “Sounds good to me – and either way, Richie will enjoy it.” When Ernie looked at me, I explained, “He loves sloppy seconds, but he also loves to lick my pussy when I’m full of cum or taking a load directly from the source.”
Ernie’s eyes widened. “No shit?”
Richard was blushing, but he admitted it. “Guilty as charged. What can I say, I’m a kinky SOB – and don’t let Rayne fool you, she loves it when I do either and comes like crazy.”
I nodded. “All true. Here, Richie, you lie down and assume the position before Ernie loses his hardon.”
Ernie laughed. “No danger of that!”
As Richard scooted down to lie on his back, I straddled him, centering myself over his face and facing his feet. I leaned forward onto all fours and looked back at Ernie. “You’re up, stud.”
He shook his head, seeing the position we’d put him in, but said, “I sure as fuck am!”
He carefully straddled Richard as he placed his hands on my hips to steady himself. As he got in position, his hands still on my hips, I felt his cock being slid up and down against my pussy and knew Richie had grabbed it and was doing that, planning to guide it into me. I would have loved to see the expression on Ernie’s face, knowing how surprised he’d be, but logistics prevented it.
In any event, I was soon distracted as Richie directed Ernie’s cock to its target and I felt him thrust forward, the bulbous head pushing into my wet and ready pussy and opening me smoothly. I groaned and pushed back, loving the sensation of his thick hardness stretching and opening me as he slid deeper. Knowing my husband was right there at eye-level with the action, getting a close-up view of Ernie entering me (and loving it) gave me an extra thrill – and extra incentive to show off.
I thrust back hard, taking him until I felt his balls against me, and then went down onto my elbows, raising my ass for Ernie and taking Richard’s cock in my mouth. Ernie took full advantage, slamming deeply into me again and again, and surprised me by tickling my tight little star with his thumb, which felt almost as good as his big balls slapping against my pussy.
Richard surprised him at the same time, licking the underside of his cock and his heavy hanging balls, which were no doubt dangling right in his face as they swung back and forth.
Ernie groaned. “Fuck, you guys are going to make me come again! Goddamn, ohhh, fuck!”
I smiled; Ernie uses the ‘f-word’ in all of its meanings more than anyone I know, but I knew he was disappointed and embarrassed at again being so quick. I wasn’t surprised though, given the many new experiences we’d subjected him to. “It’s ok, Ernie, come in me… I want to feel you when you come, just don’t stop after!”
He grunted and pushed deep, holding himself there as I felt his cock swell and pulse again and again and knew he was pumping one of his monster loads into me. Even though I hadn’t expected to, not yet feeling close to an orgasm, I came hard as he did, perhaps the mental aspects of it at least as important as the physical.
Knowing how Ernie gushes, and that my husband was right there, sucking on his balls and experiencing each spasm of Ernie’s cock even as I was must have helped because I came so good, and Ernie, following instructions, didn’t stop. He’d paused as he came, but once he’d stopped spurting he kept right on fucking, his cock still hard and now moving easily in and out of me in the slick of his huge load. I wondered if Richie was getting the overflow, knowing it had to be squeezing out, and when I heard him moan and felt his cock strain and go rigid in my mouth, I knew he was.
Richie loves wet, messy, kinky sex more than anyone I know – even more than me – and Ernie’s and my combined juices squishing out of me and dripping from Ernie’s cock and balls, where he could lick everything away, was right up his alley. I stopped sucking on him as he focused on cleanup duties, not wanting him to come until I had him inside of me, but even then, watching his cock strain and throb, I thought he might. Richie gets over-excited sometimes too and can come as quickly as Ernie, but he can usually control it and did this time. He was leaking like crazy though, so I knew it was close!
In only another minute or so, Ernie shrunk and shriveled enough that he slipped out of me and when he gasped I knew that Richard was sucking his cock clean. He couldn’t take it though, either too sensitive still or too self-conscious about enjoying it, and he swore and slid off the sofa to sit on the floor, leaning back against the front, where I still rode my husband’s face.
He was still breathing heavily when he said, “Fuck, you guys! That was fucking amazing. Motherfucker, man I…”
He had turned to look at us, and now, stunned as he watched me sit up and grind my cum-filled pussy into Richie’s face, he was speechless. He watched for several seconds, noting Richie’s cock, which was hugely hard, and staring at my face as I approached orgasm. Our eyes locked, and, remembering what I like, he reached up and pinched one of my hard nipples, and I came – I’d have come in another few seconds anyway, but him watching and then giving my sensitive nipple a hard pinch as he had so many times in the past was like a surge of electricity going through me.
I came hard and fast, crying out and making all kinds of unintelligible sounds as I did, my body going rigid and then shaking all over, that I think I may have almost suffocated Richard. I wasn’t unaware of him, because he was furiously licking and sucking at my clit as I came, but I just couldn’t help it. At that moment I was all wrapped up in myself and what was happening to my body; Ernie and Richard were just there, contributing but peripheral to what I was experiencing.
It went on and on, Richie no doubt making sure it did, and when it finally ended I collapsed on top of him, my face resting on his cock. Some detached part of me felt every throb and flex of his beautiful big organ, but most of my consciousness was still reeling, astonished at what I’d just experienced. When I eventually began to take notice of the way his cock was pulsing against my cheek, I realized Richie was still on the verge of losing his load.
I didn’t want that, so I sat up, still breathing heavily and trying to come down from my high. His cock leaped up off his belly to point somewhere between his chin and the ceiling, as hard as I’d ever seen it, veins bulging along its length.
Ernie had risen to his knees and was watching us, his cock either still semi-hard from before or in the process of rising again, and he said, “Fuck me, that’s the horniest thing I ever saw! You fucking ate out her pussy while it was full of cum, dude. My cum!”
I laughed at his expression, which was almost one of awe. “That’s because my guy is incredible… you saw what the two of you together did for me, right? You filled me and made me come, and Richard loves to follow up and do that for me.”
Ernie shook his head. “Yeah, you were awesome, but wow. You came real good, huh?”
I smiled. “Oh my! Both times – so that’s an understatement if there ever was one.” I was completely satiated, although I think I was still leaking cum, but if so I was only dribbling onto my husband’s chest at that point.
He looked at Richard’s cock, which was still hard and huge, and said, “Yeah, I saw, but you should probably do something about that before he hurts himself, huh?”
“Well, if you’re sure you don’t want to… He loves having it sucked.”
He looked a little stunned. “What? Me? Uh, I don’t… I mean, you know, I…”
We both laughed and he gave us a look when he realized I’d been teasing him – although, if he’d decided to take the plunge, Richie would have been just fine with it. Instead, I slid forward and positioned myself over Richie’s cock as Ernie watched, and as I slowly lowered myself onto him, his erection sliding easily into my well-lubed mess, I heard Ernie breathe, “Fuck me! That’s so fucking hot.”
I’d hoped it was – I’d been putting on a show for him, so I was excited that he was enjoying it – but it also felt really good, my husband’s beautiful cock slowly going deep inside of me! I wasn’t sure I’d have any more orgasms, but I thought there was a good chance I might with Richie inside of me and Ernie there, naked and becoming aroused as he watched. I started riding my husband, enjoying the way he felt, his big cock filling me as I watched Ernie’s dark cock twitch and begin to come back to life yet again.
I looked at Ernie, who seemed hypnotized by the sight of Richard’s cock moving in and out of me. When I said, “Ernie,” he startled and looked at me. “Lick my clit, Ernie. Make me come the way you used to.”
“Yeah? Now?”
“Yes, right now. Please?”
I knew Ernie had no objection to going down on me because we’d done it many times, so when he hesitated, I knew it was only because Richard’s manly bits were right there in the immediate vicinity. He’s a trooper though, and I knew if I asked him he’d do it, so he carefully climbed between Richie’s legs and leaned in, and when he began to tongue me I knew, despite my doubts, that I was going to come. The only question was whether it would be me or Richard first because I knew that with as aroused as he was, he wouldn’t last long.
Richie was thrusting deep, pushing himself all the way in with each thrust, and when his movements started to become erratic and he groaned, I knew he was going to come. So was I, though, so with that throwing off our coordination, I zigged when I should have zagged and Richard slipped out of me, his slick cock thrusting up into Ernie’s face and across his lips before he could dodge.
He objected. “Hey, dude, fuck!”
Richie said, “I’m coming, ohhh, fuck…”
Showing remarkably quick reflexes and perhaps a good survival instinct, Ernie grabbed Richard’s cock and guided it back into me before it started hosing down the area. Just in time, too, because Richard swore and began to surge and flex inside of me, spurting cum, and tilting me into my climax as well. I cried out as my orgasm hit me, and when Ernie dived back in to lick my clit I thought I was going to die. It was the perfect combination at the perfect moment, and I came huge, frantically jamming myself onto my husband’s cock and my ex-boyfriend’s tongue as I did.
It was an almost violent orgasm for both of us, I think, and with all of our writhing around Richie again slipped out of me, his cock still pumping out his glistening white load. This time Ernie took him into his mouth for just a moment, catching one big spurt when he did, then guided him into me again as he let Richard’s cum dribble from his mouth and down his chin.
I think I expected him to renew his tongue action on my clit, although I was so far gone at that point that I no longer needed it, but he didn’t. Instead, he rose onto his knees and grabbed his cock, and began to spurt his third big load of the evening all over my tummy and breasts! I was surprised, but I couldn’t help myself; I started laughing right in the middle of my orgasm!
My pussy still clenching around Richie’s cock, I said. “Oh, Ernie, that’s amazing! I can’t believe you came again already!”
He was still jerking himself, still coming, but he swore. “Fuck! You two are fucking killing me! Every time I think I’ve got it under control you do it to me again. Motherfuck…”
His ejaculation slowed to a tiny spurt or two and then just oozed a bit as Richie finished pumping inside of me and my orgasm began to ebb. I told Ernie that I wanted his cock, and he came forward and let me take it in my mouth. I licked away the dribble and then sucked him hard enough to draw out a bit of cream, but he was done and soon pulled away, his cock too sensitive for more. I wish he hadn’t because I love feeling a hard cock slowly go soft in my mouth almost as much as I love when it goes the other way, but I understood.
We were all truly done now, our libidos satisfied, exhausted, and in desperate need of a break. Ernie slouched back on the end of the sofa, his wet cock wilting and shrinking as Richie’s did the same inside of me. Before too long, it got enough smaller and softer to slip out, but even then it made me moan, the sensation of being left empty and his cum running out a letdown after feeling so full.
Being the naughty slut I sometimes am, I leaned back onto my husband’s chest and spread my legs apart, putting myself on display to Ernie as Richie’s cum leaked out of me. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, staring at my cum-filled pussy.
All he said was, “Goddamn…” but he licked his lips and slid his hand under his junk, squeezing himself.
I grinned at him. “You like that?”
“Fuck. You know I do. You guys are so nasty, I love it! How come I never knew all this?”
Richie slid his hand over my hip and down to my pussy, where he started to play. I was leaking all over his groin and tummy, but he loves wet, messy stuff and the way I feel after sex, as do I. Ernie was enthralled. I looked at his hand squeezing his balls and said, “You gonna get hard again?”
“Probably, someday. Not now.”
I laughed. “Poor baby; did we even wear out a horndog like you?”
“Fuck yeah – I can’t believe I came so fast all three times! That’s fucking embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It was fun! I’m glad you enjoyed it that much.”
He shook his head. “Why the fuck didn’t I marry you?”
“Because Lisa Gonzales had huge boobs.” Ernie had dumped me for her, which I was totally over now, but it had stung at the time and I still occasionally poked him about it.
He grinned. “She did have some big old titties, and she was horny too, but nobody can suck a cock like you can.”
“Gosh, thanks… I think.”
“It was my loss, Rayney. Bad decision-making on my part. I married a woman with big knockers too, and look how that worked out.”
Richard laughed. “He’s right, you know - you do suck cock like a champ. Besides, I’m pretty happy that what’s-her-name had big tits. Karen too. It worked out great for me.” Karen is Ernie’s ex, and she is indeed blessed with large breasts.
I reached down and squeezed his balls. “What a nice thing to say. You’re such a romantic.” I looked at Ernie. “What’s wrong with my boobs?”
He grinned. “Nothing. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your tits. You look just like you did in high school, which is amazing. Karen has been, uh, more affected by gravity than you. Probably Lisa too, with those big titties.”
“See? They couldn’t do anything I couldn’t do, right?”
Richie cut in. “I can’t believe you two are still taking shots at each other over something that happened almost twenty years ago!”
I said, “We’re not, we’re just goofing around.”
Ernie said, “Tit jobs.”
“What?”
“You asked me what they could do that you couldn’t. They could give me tit jobs.”
“You’re a pig.” He was right. I didn’t have enough boob to squeeze together on a hard cock and let the guy slide around and hump my cleavage until he came all over me. That was sad because I would have enjoyed it, but I like my boobs just fine… despite an occasional bout of boob-envy.
“I was young and stupid, Rayne – and look, I paid the price and Richie won the prize. You did too, with his big cock, right?”
“Just stop! Your cock is just fine, so stop fishing for compliments.”
“Look how tiny it is.”
He was right. At the moment it looked like a scared turtle pulling its head in, but I knew it was a combination of being worn out and the way he was sitting. Still, it made me laugh. “Well, now, yeah! We wore the poor little thing down to a nub. Why don’t we go get cleaned up a little, get something to drink or eat, and see what you guys have left.”
They agreed, and we disentangled ourselves and trooped down the hall. I could feel Richie’s cum running down my legs and Ernie’s last load trickling down my tummy to my mound, so all in all I was a happy, satiated, cum-soaked girl. I also liked that the two of them seemed not at all self-conscious about being naked with me or each other. Of course, both of them had seen, touched, and tasted all I had many times, so I didn’t feel self-conscious or shy with them either, which is why I can do things with friends that I could never do with a stranger.
In fact, I was looking forward to seeing what else we could do together – bearing in mind that Ernie had to be up extra early to get to his job site and that both of us had work the next day too… and that men are just so much more, um… let’s say physically limited in the sexual arena. The thought made me smile. It’s good to have two, I guess!
