Waiting for the Boys

A brief but erotic account of fun with my boyfriend and his best friend not written by me but by "AnaLover".  I never tire of masturbating to this one! (MMF, anal, male bi)


"Oh-ohhh-OHHFUCK!" Emma squealed, her body shaking as she climaxed, warm oily liquid drenching the fingers she had jammed deep into the wet hole of her pussy. It was reading the phrase in AnaLover's email, '...In that position he had two perfect pink boy arseholes to sodomise and did so repeatedly, moving from one to the other, filling both to overflowing with thick, creamy sperm in an orgy of sucking, rimming, buggery and felching,' that made her come and she was still breathing heavily, picturing the vision of the handsome housemaster fucking his big cock into the welcoming arseholes of the young boys. It made her own anus quiver in anticipation because she knew in only a short while, just like the boy, she would have every inch of a hot, hard male cock probing deep into her bowels. Possibly even two...

It was just after 9.00 - Tom had said he and Rob would be back from the pub by 10.00. Emma had cleared the dishes from dinner and this was her time when she could check her emails and then take a leisurely bath, relaxing in the creamy lather. Already half-naked, she pushed her unzipped jeans completely down her legs and stepped out of them, then pulled her sweater off, shaking her hair out as she padded through to the bathroom to turn on the bath taps. She knew both men would start talking about sex while they were in the pub: their past experiences, women they'd like to fuck, girls at school Tom would dearly love to bugger. It was just the way Tom and Rob were: constantly horny, totally erect at the touch of a fingertip on the underside of a stiffening cock, overfull balls salty pumping pre-come that felt deliciously slippery mixed with lube before a bout of passionate sodomy, with Emma or with each other, whatever took their fancy. Tom, with his wonderful, huge penis that felt so incredible inside her, Rob, who loved to fuck her when he was being fucked himself. The permutations were endless and Emma closed her eyes as she climbed into the bath and laid back, her fingers slipping back between her legs as she relaxed in the warmth.

It was tempting, too tempting, for Emma to masturbate but she wanted her holes to be hungry for the sensation of being filled by something big, hot and fleshy. She needed cock not fingers and the thought made her shiver with lust. She used a soft sponge on her pussy and arsehole, then climbed out of the bath and toweled herself dry.

A decision: what to wear! Something revealing? A see-through blouse? A short skirt? No: they were too much like work clothes. Emma opened Tom's wardrobe and saw just what she wanted, a rugby shirt he'd bought to support the boys in Australia. She pulled it on over her bare breasts and moaned softly with delight. The cotton felt wonderful against her erect nipples. A dab of perfume to the top of her cleavage, another to the furrow between the cheeks of her arse, a quick fluff through the mass of black curls covering her mons and then she reached for the lube she kept in the bedside table and squeezed out a generous blob onto two fingers. Standing with her legs apart, Emma smoothed the thick lube over the pucker of her anal sphincter, working first one finger and then two past the tight muscle and into the first few inches of her rectum. The sensation was exquisite and once again she had to fight the impulse to bring herself to orgasm. Finally she was ready for the piece de resistance, a pair of black, very high cut panties that showed off her legs and left a substantial part of each arse cheek bare. Perfect.

Emma knew Tom was always punctual when he was ready to fuck her and she timed it so that a tray of coffee was made and waiting to be carried through as soon as she heard Tom's key in the door and then his voice call out, "Hey...anyone home?" She heard a snigger from Rob and a 'yeah, right' from Tom and guessed they'd spent the walk home deciding who was going to make the first move. Fine, she thought, but it wouldn't be them.

Emma carried the tray through and said in a low, seductive voice, "Hello, boys". She set the tray down on the coffeetable, deliberately bending low so as to reveal the almost naked cheeks of her bottom.

"God, you look and smell wonderful," Tom said and reached for her, his hand sliding between her legs, his forefinger pressing against the stiff bud of her clit.

"Tom," Emma said softly, knowing that her lover would be able to feel how aroused she was, "We have a guest. Would you help me serve him, please?" She picked up a cup, handed it to Rob and said, very softly, "Did you want that with cream..?"

She hooked a thumb in the material of the panties and pulled them to one side, revealing the pink slit of her pussy to Rob's rapt gaze. Reaching down she took hold of Tom's probing finger and slid it between the glistening wet lips of her cunt, a squelching noise clearly audible as the finger entered her. In and out, in and out, Emma allowed Tom to masturbate her while his friend watched. Then, when she was ready, Emma gently pulled her lover's finger out of her cunt and smeared the coating of pussyjuice it had acquired around the rim of Rob's cup.

Just as Emma hoped he would, Rob took a sip of the coffee and very deliberately licked up the fresh pussyjuice. Then, without speaking, he put the cup down and got to his knees between her legs, his face level with the opening to her cunt. Emma sighed softly as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. For a moment Rob's eyes met hers and then he slowly and deliberately buried his face in the mass of her pubic hair, sliding his tongue as deep as he could get it into the dripping hole. Emma shuddered with pleasure and rested her hands on Rob's head, pressing his cheeks and chin between the slippery lips of her cunt, eager to be licked and sucked to the climax she had wanted so badly in the bath.

Lost in the pleasure she was receiving from Rob, Emma forgot about Tom for a moment. But then she heard the sound of a zipper and felt her lover standing behind her, his hands sliding under the rugby shirt to fill his fingers with the softness of her breasts, his huge, bare cock pressed between the cheeks of her arse. She reached her hands back and cupped his buttocks in her hands, pulling the length of his cock into the furrow of her bottom. She could feel every hot, hard inch and the weight of his low-slung balls, could feel how heavy they were with his sperm. She turned her head so that her lips met his and then she said, loud enough for Rob to hear, "Bugger me, Tom. Here. Now. While Rob is licking my wet cunt. Please...?"

Tom's response was to bury his face in the softness of her neck and reach his hand down to take hold of his cock. Bracing herself with her hands on Rob's head, Emma groaned as the familiar feeling of being stretched spread out from her arsehole, her welcoming anus relaxing to admit the penis that so frequently filled her back passage. No matter how often Tom sodomised her, Emma always adored the wonderful feeling as the head of his cock pushed deep into her rectum, the walls clasping the shaft until every last inch was buried deep in her bottom. What made it even more pleasurable this evening was that the pleasure she was feeling from being arsefucked made her pussyjuice flow and she could hear Rob slurping and swallowing noisily, greedy for the warm cunt-oil flowing into his mouth.

Closing her eyes in ecstasy, Emma adored the way Tom repeatedly withdrew his cock until only the glans was still held by the tight clasp of her anal sphincter then straightened his legs, thrusting every last inch into the depths of her bowels, each stroke bringing her closer to climax. But then he suddenly slid his cock completely from her arsehole, making her groan with the sudden emptiness, an emptiness made even worse when Rob's mouth stopped lapping her cunt. She opened her eyes and looked down then smiled with delight as she saw that Rob's lips were ovaled round Tom's penis, almost the whole length buried in his mouth. Rob's eyes met Emma's as he sucked and she knew how much he would love the taste and smell of her arsehole on Tom's cock.

Moments later and Rob went back to sucking her pussy, Tom slid his wet, slippery prick back into her arsehole. The pleasure was sublime and Emma knew from his labored breathing and deep, hard thrusts that Tom was very close to coming. Once more she turned her head so that her lips met Tom's and then she hissed, "Come in his mouth. Spurt your hot come down Rob's throat while I watch..."

Tom groaned and Emma felt his cock grow even bigger in her rectum. His breath escaped in a rush and he squeezed her breasts almost painfully, his belly jerking against her buttocks as he quickly bent his knees so that he could slide his prick into Rob's waiting mouth. She watched as Tom's cock throbbed and knew that her lover was spurting his semen down his friend's throat, a warm salty cream that Rob would savour all the more because it was flavored with the inside of her rectum.

At last Tom's orgasm ebbed and he withdrew his prick from between Rob's lips. Rob swallowed the last mouthful and then stood up, smiling at Emma. She knew why and smiled back at him in expectation. Her arsehole was about to be thoroughly and deliciously buggered again...