Only A Fantasy
by Titmouse
(C)1999, All Rights Reserved
I'd always wanted to try it, since I'd first heard
about it, at least. You know, to have more than one
guy at the same time. When my friend Jessie told me
about it - she'd seen it in a porno film that she'd
watched with her boyfriend - it sent a chill through
me. It wasn't fear. It was more like.destiny.
Jessie said she couldn't imagine actually doing
that. I could, although I didn't say so. But then
I've always been, well, sexy.
Maybe I wasn't the first girl my age to have sex,
for example, but I sure caught up later. At first,
like all "good" girls, I waited. It wasn't that I was
"saving myself for my husband" or anything stupid like
that. It wasn't that I wasn't interested, just
cautious. Girls who get started too soon, who are
"easy," get a bad reputation, and it's hard to get your
reputation back after you've lost it - like your
cherry. I was too proud and too determined to be more
than that. My mom and dad encouraged me to expect
more. So I waited.
Until the summer after I graduated from high
school, anyway. By that time, I knew I wasn't going to
marry Doug, the boy I'd been seeing for more than a
year. He was sweet and handsome and a forward on the
varsity basketball team, but. Well, he wasn't a threat
to take a Nobel Prize, if you know what I mean. I was
going off to college, but Doug was "going to work for a
year or so first." I didn't say so to him, but I knew
what that meant to me. Sayonara, Dougie-Boy. No way,
Jose.
So I let him. We'd been edging closer and closer
to the dirty deed, anyway, and wrestling with the
concept both literally and figuratively. So, one night
in mid summer - not in the back of his rusty Chevy, I
insisted, but at his folk's cabin near Fayette - I let
him. The next week, I let him again. And every week
thereafter - periods excepted - and sometimes two or
three times a week, until I left for college. And
several times during Thanksgiving and Christmas
vacations that first year.
But, by then, I'd met other people at school and
made new friends and, I'm a bit shamed to admit, had
begun to feel that hometown boyfriends were pretty
small town. Doug and I drifted apart, although we
didn't officially break up until I didn't come home for
Spring Break. I went down to Florida instead, where I
got thoroughly plonked by two different boys, although
not at the same time. After that, the flood gates were
open.
When I went back to school, the very night that
Doug and I had our last angry telephone conversation, I
let a guy pick me up at the Commons and, after taking
me out for a burger, slip it to me in a back corner of
Shadell Park. That was my first time, but by no means
my last, in the back seat of a car.
After that, I sort of went wild for a while. I
didn't have a steady boyfriend for most of the next
year or so. I told my folks it was because I wanted to
concentrate on my studies, so they were happy. They
would not have been happy to know what I was actually
doing, which was letting myself get plonked by nearly
every guy who caught my fancy.
I got pretty good at it, too. I learned a lot of
tricks. I'd given my first blowjob before I left high
school (to Doug, as it happens, to quiet his complaints
in the months before I finally gave in) but I got
really good at it during my wild days. At first, it
was a way to keep from going farther. But then I began
to like it. It was special and it was very sexy. I
even began to like the taste of cum and the way it
would stick in my throat for a long time afterwards.
I also discovered the pleasures of a good
buttfuck. When Jessie explained to me just exactly how
the girl in the porno flick had taken on the two guys
at the same time, I knew I had to try it. Ass-fucking,
I mean. Maybe, in the back of my mind, it was a step
toward having two guys at once myself. I know I'd
never really considered it before then. Mainly,
though, it just sounded exciting, erotic, and downright
dirty, which I found very appealing.
So, the next time I had my period, instead of
blowing the guy I was with, I got him to fuck my ass.
It wasn't easy that first time. God, no. I thought he
was going to split me in two, and I almost made him (or
tried to make him) stop. But then it finally went in.
And stopped hurting. And started to feel really good.
I came like crazy, which I sure didn't the first time I
let Doug in the front door.
So I added that to my bag of tricks. It didn't
happen as often as blowjobs, maybe, but often enough.
It was always difficult, so tight and painful at first
that I could hardly stand it. But that was part of the
fun. That and the wonderful, overwhelming, fully
possessed feeling of a stiff prick up my fundament. I
always came when I got a buttful of cock. Except for
one time when the guy shot off almost as soon as he got
it in. I made him lick and lick and lick me as
punishment. So it worked out all right.
There was never any question about whether I liked
getting licked. My only hesitation was embarrassment,
having a guy's face down there where he could look
right at the very place I'd been taught to always cover
up. But I figured that if a boy's dry, stubby finger
felt good down there, his softer, wetter tongue would
feel even better. And, boy, was I right!
By the time I graduated from college (BA in
history, minor in government), I had been screwed in
every orifice and position I knew about. I'd been
screwed in dorm and hotel rooms and apartments, in
cars, trucks and vans, in the woods, at the beach, in a
tent, on a blanket, in a closet and even in a vacant
classroom. Oh, and in the gazebo behind the Delta
Gamma house one very drunk New Year's Eve. But never
by more than one at a time.
The closest I came to it was in fantasy. Believe
it or not, there were times I got myself off with no
help from anything but my fingers. More than a few
times, actually, especially on lazy Sunday mornings.
And my favorite fantasy always involved two guys -
sometimes real and sometimes imagined - who took me to
bed and shared me, one after the other and then, slowly
and languorously, together.
But I thought it would always be just a fantasy.
After all, how would you ever get in a situation where
it was a real possibility? And, even then, how would
you ever actually get around to it?
Three years after graduation, I was working for a
utility company -- I'm not going to say which one - in
their government relations department. They offered
and I accepted a transfer from one of the divisions in
the San Juaquin valley, the heart of farm country, to a
smaller division along the central coast of California.
It wasn't exactly a promotion, since the pay and title
were unchanged, but I would be the only assistant
instead of one of a dozen. Plus, I was getting out of
the heat, humidity, smog and tulle fog to one of the
prettiest parts of California. I was delighted.
I finished packing on a Thursday, with the movers
due the next afternoon. I didn't have a steady
boyfriend at that point, nor anyone I particularly
wanted to go out with, so I called up my girlfriend
Sandy and we went out for dinner together. Afterward,
we moved to the bar. I was a little sad. Sandy had
been a good friend and was one of my few regrets about
leaving.
Her new boyfriend Billy showed up about two drinks
into the evening, apparently by accident. With him
were three of his buddies whom I'd never met, nor had
Sandy. I'll call them Manny, Moe and Jack. Like the
other names in this story, they're not their real ones.
You don't need to know and I don't need the grief.
Anyway, they all sat down with us after we pushed a
couple of tables together, and we had another round of
drinks.
I swear I wasn't planning anything, not even in
the remote reaches of the back of my mind. I was just
having a good time and a goodbye drink with my friend
and her friend and his friends. But after about an
hour and a couple of drinks, Sandy whispered that she
and Billy wanted to take off if that was okay with me.
I said it was fine and declined her offer of a ride
home. I wasn't ready to leave just yet and I was
thinking about calling a taxi anyway.
So Sandy and I exchanged hugs and kisses and
promised to write, and they left. Manny, Moe and Jack
bought another round of drinks. Somehow, we got to
talking about dancing. There was no dancing at the
restaurant's bar, which we all agreed was a shame. One
of them - Moe, I think - mentioned this country-western
bar near the outskirts of town where the house band was
really good. And so we all decided to go.
On the way, Jack asked if we could stop at his
place, which he shared with Manny, so he could change
out of his work clothes into something more casual. I
was going to wait in the car, but they were all going
in and it seemed silly to sit in the car by myself.
Five minutes later, Manny and Moe and I were
drinking beers and waiting for Jack to finish changing.
Manny put some music on, and I was getting into it,
swaying back and forth on the stool at the counter.
Manny looked at me and smiled and opened his arms.
"Come on," he said, "let's dance." I flowed off
the stool and into his arms.
That was probably an invitation I should have
passed on. Or not, depending on your point of view.
We danced a fast jitterbug (Manny was pretty good) and
a country two-step. Then a slow number came on and we
danced that, too. Moe was teasing from the sidelines
about being left out, so I danced with him, another
slow number. About that time, Jack came out dressed in
jeans and a western shirt and insisted that he get a
turn.
Now I wasn't exactly falling-down drunk, but I
sure wasn't sober. I finished my beer and Manny handed
me another. Somehow, the lights got dimmer and the
three of them were taking turns dancing with me. I
decided I didn't care if we ever left.
Understand, there were no thoughts about my
fantasy at this point. I remember trying to decide
which of the three I liked best and concluding that,
since I was leaving the next day, it didn't matter. I
remember deciding that, if things went right, I might
let myself be persuaded by any one of them to have a
special farewell celebration. I remember deciding to
have another beer.
Then, during another slow dance, Moe pulled me
into a tight hug, and we were dancing as close as two
bodies possibly can, his leg going between mine and
rubbing against me accidentally on purpose. He leaned
down and brushed his lips against my cheek and, without
really thinking, I just turned my head and lifted my
chin and found his mouth with my lips. Yum! Moe (I'm
pretty sure it was Moe) was a good kisser.
I think I remember dimly some cheering in the
background from the other two, but at the time I was
pretty much focused on Moe's kiss and on his tongue,
which slipped between my lips so deliciously. And on
his hands, which were cupping my fanny and pulling me
into him, and his strong chest, which was crushing my
breasts. And on his thigh, which was pushed up between
mine and snuggling right up against my pussy, which
was, I confess, already damp.
Don't get the idea that I was even toying with the
idea of taking on the three of them. In the first
place, I wasn't thinking that clearly. All I knew was
that I was really horny and pretty much convinced that
somebody was going to get it tonight - and give it,
too. I didn't really care who, to tell you the truth,
although Moe had the inside track at the moment.
Then Jack cut in and started dancing with me.
"Hi," he said. "Remember me?"
"Sure," I giggled. "You were wearing a tie
before."
"That's me," he said, squeezing me to him. "Those
were my work clothes. These are my play clothes."
"What are we going to play?"
"I don't know yet. Why don't you kiss me while I
think about it?"
"Well," I sighed, feigning reluctance, "I
suppose."
Jack was a pretty good kisser, too. Maybe not
quite as good as Moe, if you were being picky. I
wasn't. Being picky.
In fact, I enjoyed Jack's kiss thoroughly, and the
two or three that followed the first. I laid my head
back in his encircling arm and let him go to it. My
eyes were closed, my head was swimming deliciously, and
my knees were a tad wobbly. I might have fallen except
for his supporting embrace and the way my thighs were
wrapped around his leg, which he was rubbing against
me.
Then Manny took Jack's place, and he kissed me,
too. He was the best kisser of all. Wow, could he
kiss! Or maybe I was just in the mood. My little
heart was going pitty-pat, my breath was quick and
shallow, and my head was reeling like I was going to
faint. And my panties were a swamp. I hate to admit
it, but it's true.
What was I thinking at the time? In the first
place, I wasn't thinking; I was feeling. Were alarm
bells going off? Not really. First, I was pretty
drunk by then, which tended to drown out any soggy old
alarms. Second, the situation didn't feel threatening,
not all that different from some of my wilder
experiences, except that there weren't any other girls
around. And third, by that point I was pretty
determined to get laid. I wasn't sure how or who. So
what I was actually struggling with was how to pick one
of the guys without pissing off the others.
"You're so beautiful," Manny said. "You're
driving me crazy. You're so hot."
"Oh, yeah?" I said. "You're not bad yourself."
Manny slid his hand up along my side and cupped my
tit, masking his action from the others with our
bodies. I remember looking down at his hand, watching
it squeeze and knead me. It felt really good. I
looked up at Manny.
"Jesus, Kay," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'm
dying for you. What say I shoot the other two and drag
you back to my room."
"Oh, don't do that," I laughed.
"What? Drag you back to my room?"
"No, silly," I giggled. "Shoot the other guys."
Manny looked into my eyes, his own full of
longing. He was so utterly dreamy at that moment, so
sexy, so perfect.
"Does that mean I can drag you back to my room,
then?"
I giggled again and glanced back over my shoulder
at Moe and Jack, who were sitting on the sofa
pretending not to watch us.
"What about your friends?" I asked. "Won't they
be jealous?"
"Fuck `em," Manny said.
"Maybe I will," I shot back, and quickly covered
my mouth in horror. How had that slipped out?
Manny laughed. "Well, me first," he said.
"You first," I agreed.
"Zowie!," he said. He stopped dancing, took my
hand, and began leading me out of the living room and
into the corridor that led to the bathroom and the
bedrooms.
"Uh. We'll be back in a minute," he called to the
other two.
There was a short, pregnant silence.
"Gonna show her your etchings?" Moe finally said.
"This is gonna cost you, Manny," Jack called.
"Your rent just went up $100."
Manny and I ignored them. We were smiling at each
other as we walked down the hall.
"Shit!" I heard one of them say. We both laughed
at that as we slipped into Manny's bedroom and closed
the door.
Neither of us was in a mood to waste time. I was
hot as hell and needed no further warming. I suppose
it was a combination of things - liquor, dancing close
and rubbing bodies with three different guys,
passionate kisses, and the fact that we had virtually
announced that we were going into Manny's room to fuck.
I was very conscious of the two guys out in the living
room, no doubt imagining what was happening and wishing
it was them instead. Rather than making me self-
conscious, it was a turn-on.
As soon as the door closed, I tore my sweater over
my head, exposing my bra-covered tits. I was wearing
one of my favorite bras, a red, lacy number cut low to
reveal the milky white tops of my breasts. Manny
seemed to like it, too, since he pulled his own shirt
off and crushed me to him. Then he kissed his way down
my neck and onto my exposed flesh.
My arms draped loosely around his neck, I clung to
Manny weakly while he fumbled at my back and released
the hooks of my bra, then pulled the straps forward
over my shoulders and tossed it aside. I was proud of
my rose-tipped titties, which scarcely sagged when he
freed them. I pulled my shoulders back and presented
them to Manny as he kissed and sucked at my distended
nipples.
Bending his knees and slipping an arm behind my
legs, Manny lifted me effortlessly off my feet and,
cradling me in his arms, carried me to his bed. I love
being carried like that. It makes me feel like a
little girl. But when he laid me across the bed and
stretched out beside me, I started feeling like a big
girl again. I reached down to his middle and stroked
the lump that was stretching the front of his jeans.
It felt satisfactorily large.
"Oooh," I breathed. "Is that for me?"
"Every little bit of it, girl."
"Oh, goody," I said. "Goody, goody."
Manny kissed me deeply and, at the same time,
began unbuttoning my jeans. I continued to pet his
penis while he did so, cupping it in my palm and
squeezing. He groaned and kept unbuttoning my pants.
When the last button came free, he pushed his hand into
my panties and down to my pussy. His fingers traced
over my eager little love bump and down to my hole,
which he found wet and willing. He slid a finger up
inside me.
"Ahhhh," I sighed. "Yes. Oh, god, I'm horny.
Yesssss."
Manny started tugging my jeans down, and I let go
of his prick to help. Pushing, pulling and wriggling,
we managed to work them over my hips and down to my
knees, exposing my light brown bush. Manny bent over
and planted a quick kiss on my mound before continuing
to strip off my pants. I kicked my sandals away, and
he dragged my pants off over my feet.
"I've gotta kiss it," Manny murmured. Sliding
down toward my feet, he rolled between my legs. He
used his hands to press my thighs outward, and I spread
them wide as he buried his face in my middle.
"Ooooh," I squealed as he plunged his tongue into
my snatch, then licked upward to tease and tickle my
clit with the wormy, squirmy end. "Oh, JESUS!" I
moaned.
I must have been hornier than I thought. Manny's
lashing tongue was sending electric shocks of passion
up and down my spine. I knew instantly that I could
come in moments if he kept it up.
"Ooooh, that feels so good," I whimpered. "Oh, do
it, baby. Lick me. That's it. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Like that. Oooooh."
Manny attacked my pussy, grunting and gasping with
the effort. He buried his tongue in my slit, rubbing
his nose over my clit as he twisted his head to lick
and push deeper. He slathered over my box and chewed
at the lips of my cunt, then attacked my clit with his
tongue again.
"Oh yes oh yes oh yes," I chanted, feeling it
start to rise inside me. I was going to come already.
I knew it. "Oh, god. Lick it, baby. Right there!
Lick my pussyhole. That's it!"
And suddenly, it was there. It hit me like I had
slammed into a wall. Everything went black for a
second. My body flopped around, my arms and legs
jerked out of control. Dimly, I heard someone crying,
yelling, weeping. It was me.
"Oh, god, baby! Yes! I'm coming! Yes!
Ahhhhh!"
Manny tore his face from my middle and climbed
above me on his hands and knees, pushing my legs up and
back. He grabbed his cock, guided it to my pussy, and
shoved it into me in one slick, sliding, forceful
thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs
around his back and squeezed him to me, trying to pull
him all the way inside me.
My cunt clutched and spasmed around his cock as he
ground his mound against mine, setting off new shocks
and tremors. Manny began driving his prick in and out
of me. I came again and then again, weeping and
moaning.
I heard sounds, farther away and then closer. My
eyes fluttered open. Moe and Jack were standing on
either side of the bed. I gasped.
"What the.?" Manny barked, his head whipping from
side to side. "You assholes! Get out of here!"
Instead, Jack sat down. He reached up and stroked
my sweaty forehead, brushing my hair back along my
temples.
"Sorry," Moe said, sitting down too. "It sounded
like you needed some help in here."
"Goddammit, I'm not kidding," Manny growled. "You
assholes get out of here." I could feel his prick
begin to wither inside me.
"Okay, okay," Jack said, patting Manny on the
shoulder. "Jeez, you try to help." He started to get
up. All of a sudden, I realized I didn't want them to
go. I wanted.everything.
"Wait," I said. Suddenly, it was very quiet.
They all looked at me. I swallowed. "It's. okay. You
don't have to leave."
"ALL RIGHT!" crowed Moe.
Manny looked at me. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I said, looking down and blushing.
"Far out," he said. I felt his prick surge inside
my pussy. He rocked in and out slightly
I was confused by my own boldness but terribly
excited by it. I looked at Jack and then at Moe. They
weren't looking at my face. Jack was looking at my
chest, half covered by Manny's. Moe's eyes trailed
down along our sides to where we were joined.
"Well, dammit," Manny said. "If you're going to
join in, then do it. Get your clothes off. You're
overdressed."
Moe moved first. He stood up and tore off his t-
shirt. As he moved his hands to his belt, Jack stood
up, too, and began undressing. I watched Jack as he
hesitated, his thumbs hooked into his pants at the
sides, then shucked them down, exposing his cock. It
was sticking out straight from his belly. He turned
and sat down, his back toward us, while he pulled off
his shoes and pushed his pants off. Meanwhile, Moe had
quickly shed his clothes. His prick was only half
erect as he kicked his pants free from his legs and sat
down on the bed.
Both of them turned almost at the same time and
stretched out on their sides next to Manny and me. I
put a hand on each of their chests and ran it down
across their bodies, seeking and then finding their
cocks. Jack's was already hard; Moe's sprang to life
at my touch.
Manny pushed his prick slowly in and out of my
pussy. He seemed to be hesitating, thinking. Then he
pulled his hips back and slid it out of me.
"Come on," he said, scooting back and rising up
onto his knees. "Roll over."
Sandwiched between them, I wriggled and twisted
onto my hands and knees. Moe and Jack "helped,"
managing in the process to feel my legs and my tits as
well as other parts of me. Moe reached up boldly
between my thighs to cup my pussy, probing with his
middle finger to find my slit. His finger slid up into
me. I rolled my hips as he worked it around inside me.
"Ohhhhh," I couldn't help moaning.
"Look, Mikey," Moe said, grinning. "She likes
it!"
I was amazed at myself, but filled with a rising
eroticism that overcame any shame. I had fantasized
about fucking two guys, never really expecting it to
happen. Now, here I was surrounded by three naked men.
What in the world was I going to do? Confronted by my
fantasy, I had no idea how to proceed.
Manny took charge.
"Get in front of her, Jack," he ordered. As Jack
hurried to comply, scooting up toward the head of the
bed and swinging a leg on either side of me, Manny
pushed at my back, urging me forward.
"Go ahead," he said. "Blow him. I know you know
how. I want to see you swallow him."
Jack's cock, I realized, was a monster, one of the
biggest I'd ever seen. Since I'd first glimpsed it, it
had swelled up enormously. The fat, purple head,
itself larger than most, seemed too small for the thick
column of rigid flesh below it. Instead of tapering
below the crown, it flared outward as if it had
shoulders. The shaft thickened even more toward the
base. I'd seen longer pricks but never one so thick
and solid.
I wrapped my fingers around Jack's pole as best as
I could and lowered my face to it, drooling with
anticipation. Opening my mouth wide, I lapped at it
several times, then pushed my lips over and around it.
Jack groaned as I sucked on the head.
Meanwhile, Manny had slipped a hand between my
legs. He pushed a finger up inside me and worked it
around. Then he replaced it with his thumb and used
his fingers to stroke and tease my clit, which was
sticking out between the lips of my pussy, as hard and
straining as a man's cock.
I began to bob up and down on Jack, although my
mouth was stretched so wide by its girth that I could
only accommodate a couple of inches. Bracing one hand
against his stomach, I used the other to jack off Jack,
squeezing the loose skin and sliding it up and down the
straining column of bone-like flesh beneath.
Moe, meanwhile, joined in by sliding his hands all
over my body, stroking my back and fanny, then
slipping beneath to massage my breasts and to pinch and
pull at my nipples. Manny continued to fondle my pussy
for a while, using his other hand to grab a handful of
hair and urge me up and down on Jack's cock. Then he
slid his thumb out of my pussy and wiped it greasily
over my asshole. Sliding two fingers up inside my
cunny, he began to push his thumb into my back channel.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" he
hissed, a hint of menace in his tone. "I'm going to
fuck this tight little asshole. Would you like that?
Would you like it if I shoved my cock in there? Well,
it doesn't matter if you like it or not, does it? I'm
going to fuck your ass anyway. You think you can
handle three guys? Well, you'd better get ready,
because you're gonna have to take one of these cocks up
your ass."
His thumb pressed deeper into my butt, working
around and around, pressing against the tight ring.
Meanwhile, his fingers continued to work in my pussy,
occasionally slipping out to tease my love bump. I
moaned around the mouthful of Jack `s cock.
"You want it, don't you, you little cunt? You
can't wait for it, can you? You want me to fuck your
ass, don't you. You know it will hurt. But you still
want it, don't you?"
It was as if he could read my mind. Yes, I wanted
him to fuck my ass. And yes, I knew it would hurt, at
first. But I knew how it would feel later, too. I
couldn't help wiggling my ass in response to Manny's
probing thumb.
"Have you got that cock wet enough yet?" Manny
asked. "You better get it good and wet, because you're
gonna have to take Jack's prick in your pussy. And you
know it's a big one. It's gonna stretch your pussy
good. Can you imagine that mouthful going in down
there where I've got my fingers? That's where it's
going to go. Right in there."
In truth, it was hard to imagine. My poor jaw was
already aching from the strain of taking Jack's huge
pole into my mouth, and surely my mouth was bigger than
my tight pussy. But the thought was highly erotic.
The cock in my mouth was going to go in my cunt. I
slavered and sucked at Jack's prick, trying to get it
ready for me.
"That's enough!" Manny barked, slapping my ass.
"We wouldn't want you to make Jack come and shoot his
load down your pretty little throat now, would we?"
I'm not sure Jack entirely agreed. I was working
hard on him, sucking and slurping and jacking his rod
into my eager mouth. Jack was bucking and straining,
trying to cram more of his cock into me, and I think he
would have been quite happy to shoot his load right
there. But Manny was insistent.
"Come on," he said, slapping my fanny again.
"That's enough. I want to see Jack fuck you. I want
to see you try to get that cock in your pussy. I don't
think you can. I've been in there, and I know how
tight it is."
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back.
Reluctantly, I let Jack's prick slide out of my lips,
making an audible smack as it popped free.
"Slide down, Jack," Manny said. "Get under her.
I want to watch her fuck herself on you."
Now that his cock was waving free, Jack was eager
to put it back inside somewhere, anywhere. I was, too,
although I had mixed feelings. The thought of taking
that huge pole into my tight little box was scary, but
it also stirred up a deep yearning that was spreading
through my belly. I was glad I had got it good and wet
with spit but a little sorry I had sucked it up to such
massive proportions.
Keeping hold of my hair and slipping his other
hand around to my chest, Manny raised me up to my
knees, his hand cupping and squeezing my tit. Jack
pushed his legs between mine and began shimmying and
wriggling his way under me. Moe, meanwhile, was again
running his hands all over my body. He took the
opportunity to lean in and kiss me deeply. I met his
probing tongue eagerly, licking and sucking at him.
Moe's hand cupped my pussy and stroked my clit.
Then his hand moved away and I felt Jack's pole
slap my stomach. Looking down, I saw it pressed up
against my mound as if it grew upside down from my own
belly. I would have been proud to own such a cock, but
putting it up inside me was another matter.
"Jesus," I croaked. "I don't know."
"What's the matter?" Manny asked. "Change your
mind? Don't think you can take it? Oh, don't worry.
You're going to take it, all right. I'll help push you
down on it. We'll get it in somehow."
The thought of that massive column burrowing up
into my cunny was stirring up a strange mixture of fear
in my brain and passionate longing in my pussy. I
couldn't help rocking my hips back and forth, running
my wet gash along its length.
"Go on, get to it," Manny ordered, giving my hair
a tug before releasing me and letting me fall forward
onto my hands again. "No more delays. I want to see
you fuck him. Go on. Do it!"
I raised up, and Jack reached down between us to
hold his cock upright and steady. Looking down between
us, I saw and then felt the head probe between the lips
of my cunny. It lodged in the entry of my hole.
Slowly, experimentally, I let my weight down.
It spread me like a doctor's pelvic exam. I
groaned with effort as the massive purple head of
Jack's cock pushed between the lips and into my
channel, stretching me, straining me. Thank god for
the lubrication of my mouth and my leaking pussy. It
wedged its way gradually deeper and deeper, causing me
some pain but at the same time stirring up a feeling of
deep erotic fulfillment. I had been born to fuck a
cock like this. I wanted it. I wanted it to possess
me.
Manny's hand was on my tailbone, pressing me
downward. I pushed back against it to gain some room
and to spread the lubrication, then tried again. A
little more of Jack's cock bulled up inside me.
"Ohhhhh!" I moaned as I forced it deeper into my
straining pussy. "Oh god! Oh goddddd!"
"You like it, don't you, bitch?" Manny said. "Go
ahead. Take it all, you little whore. You know you
love it. Go on, get it in there. Take it all. I know
you can do it."
I had thought that the head of Jack's cock was bad
enough but, as I pressed down, the feel of it boring
deeper and deeper inside me combined with a splitting
sensation, like a wedge being driven up into my body.
The thicker shaft spread and stretched my pussy to its
limits. But each time I raised up and then settled
down onto it again, I was able to take a little more
inside me. The deeper it went, the more fanatically
determined I became to take it all.
"Yes!" I insisted. "That's it. I can take it,
goddammit! Oh god, it's so big. Uh! Uh! There!
More! Yes. Uh! Uh! Oh shit! Uh!"
I had most of it now. Gritting my teeth, I raised
up and let my weight fall downward onto Jack's upthrust
cock, driving it up into my belly. I cried out with
pain and triumph as I felt my mound bump against his.
"Yes, goddammit! There! All of it! I've got all
of it. Oh, jeez! It's so big!"
I fell forward over Jack, weak and panting as I
slowly got accustomed to the huge pole in my tightly
stretched cunt. Jack let me rest a moment, then pulled
back just a little and slid his prick home again. He
began to fuck me like that, in small nudges, leaving
most of his cock buried in me. My pussy was stretched
so wide that I could feel my clit rubbing along the top
of his pole with every movement in and out of my hole.
"That's it," Manny said. "Go on, Jack, fuck her.
She can take it. Fuck her hard."
With my pussy fully occupied now with Jack's cock,
Manny concentrated on my ass. I had almost forgotten
about his thumb while straining to accommodate the
prick in my front hole, but now I could feel it working
in my backside, turning and twisting. Manny had it as
deep inside as he could get it. Spreading his fingers
out on my fanny, he began to urge me forward and down,
matching the tempo that Jack and I had begun. Thumb
hooked into my butthole, he pushed me down as Jack
thrust up to drive his pole into me, relaxed to let me
slide backward, and pushed me forward again.
`"That's it," he said hoarsely. "Fuck him, Kay.
Fuck him with that hot little pussy of yours. I knew
you could do it. How does it feel to have that big
cock up inside you? Do you like it? Does it feel good
in there? Is it big enough for you?"
Manny's words were stirring me up almost as much
as Jack's prick. I'd never known anyone to talk like
that, to say out loud my dirtiest thoughts, whipping me
up to an erotic frenzy. Now that my pussy had
stretched enough to accept Jack's cock more easily, I
began to fuck him with more energy.
"Yes," I cried, driving my cunt down onto him.
"Yes, it feels good! It's big. But I can take it.
Fuck! I'm fucking you, Jack. Do you like my pussy?
Is it tight enough for you?"
It was tight enough for me. Although it was
easier now, I was still stretched full with Jack's
prick. It spread me, stretched me anew each time I
drove myself down onto him. I felt the familiar
sensation began to flow through me and knew I was going
to come again.
"Oh yes. That's so good. Fuck me. Ohhhh! Fuck
me harder, Jack. I'm going to come. That's it. Ram it
in me. Like that. More. More. Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes!
Ah, fuck me."
I began to shudder. My arms, which had been
holding me up, collapsed weakly, and I fell onto Jack's
chest, my tits mashed against him. He grabbed my ass
with his hands and pulled me down onto his cock,
shoving deeper than ever before.
"Oh, god, I'm coming. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh god!
Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!"
It was too much. I ground myself against Jack,
mashing my clit against his pelvis, jerking and
twitching as another massive orgasm shocked and
battered me. I had lost count of how many times I had
come since Manny's tongue had triggered my first one.
Even now, limp from this come, I could feel another one
starting to build. It had happened to me a couple of
times before. Enough stimulation and I would slide
into repeating, almost continuous orgasms. I wanted
Jack to do it, to keep fucking me, to send me into that
strange, erotic abyss.
But Manny had other ideas.
"Okay, Moe," he said, his voice seemed to come
from far away. "It's your turn. Scoot on up there and
make her suck you."
Moe, who had been mostly on the sidelines so far,
was only too willing to comply. He dragged himself
backward and positioned his middle on my left next to
my head.
"Go on, Kay," Manny said. "Suck him. If you want
any more, you're going to have to work for it."
Struggling to make my muscles obey orders, I
reached out and wrapped my hand around Moe's prick.
Apparently, he hadn't felt too left out, because it was
hard as a rock. I jacked it slowly and languidly,
watching out of half-closed eyes, and felt it throb and
twitch in my fingers.
The more I looked at Moe's cock, the more
attractive it seemed. It was so hard and red and
eager. I glanced up at Moe and saw the longing,
pleading look in his eyes. Poor Moe. He wanted it so
badly, yet he knew I was tired and was too polite to
insist. I licked my lips and smiled at him wanly.
With a little nod of my head and a tug on his prick, I
urged him to come closer.
Moe shifted toward me, rolling onto his side to
push his hard-on toward my mouth. The odor of sex
surrounded us. I could smell his cock as it moved
under my nose. The end slit winked open and shut, like
a blind fish. I stuck out my tongue and licked it.
"That's right," Manny coaxed. "Go ahead, Kay.
Suck him. He's dying for you to do it. Look at him.
Take in your mouth and blow him."
Struggling up onto my elbows, I shifted my torso
half off of Jack and guided Moe's cock to my lips. It
was a healthy-sized one, although much smaller than the
one in my pussy, as Jack reminded me with a twitch. I
slipped Moe's prick between my lips and slid down on
it, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could.
My energy was slowly returning. I took deep
breaths through my nose while I worked on Moe, sliding
my head up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm
that slowly gathered steam. Moe let out a long sigh
and started fucking my mouth, shifting his hips back
and forth, matching my pace. I kept my hand wrapped
around his cock, letting it slide through my fingers
and into my warm oral cavern.
Beneath me, Jack began to fuck my pussy more
vigorously again. His big prick had lost little ground
during the past minutes, and it quickly swelled back up
to full size. I could feel the head as it shoved up
deep inside me. It throbbed repeatedly, ballooning up
and then subsiding.
This, I realized in a haze, was part of my fantasy
come true. I was making love to - no, fucking - two
men at the same time. I had imagined this, sucking one
while fucking the other. I inhaled the pungent odor of
man scent. I savored the taste and feel of the cock
sliding into my throat, the insistent thrust of it
through my fingers, the invading, possessing demand of
the prick in my pussy. I suddenly felt like crying,
for joy.
The bed rocked as Manny (I assumed it was Manny)
climbed back onto the bed. I hadn't even realized that
he had left. I heard a faint pop as he opened
something, then the cool, slick touch of his fingers on
my asshole. He was spreading some kind of lubricant,
which he began working into my back passage. I knew
what he was going to do. He was going to fuck my ass.
I was going to fuck three men at a time, not two.
Words can't possibly convey how much I wanted it.
Manny didn't keep me waiting long. I suspect he
was more than ready himself after all the delays.
After all, he hadn't come himself in our original
fucking session so long ago. I had no idea how much
time had passed since we had first gone back to his
bedroom. It seemed like hours.
Now he was climbing up behind me, squatting at my
ass. He grabbed one cheek and pushed it to the side,
exposing my asshole. I felt the blunt head of his cock
nudge against it. I stopped fucking Jack and just held
Moe's prick in my mouth, all my attention focused on
the tight pucker of my butt and the stiff column of
meat poised just outside it.
"You want this, don't you, Kay?" Manny said, not
really asking. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't
you?" I nodded and murmured around Moe's prick. He
knew I wanted it. They all knew.
"Here it comes then," he said, and then to Jack,
"Hold her."
As Jack tightened his arms around me, Manny pushed
his hips forward and speared his cock into my tight
butthole. Too late, I realized that with Jack's prick
occupying most of the available space in there, there
was precious little room for anything else.
The head of Manny's dick went in easier than I
expected, probably because of the lubrication and his
earlier stretching. It popped past my anal ring,
producing a sharp twinge of pain, but it wasn't as bad
as I'd felt before. But that was all the farther he
got, because his prick jammed up against Jack and
stopped.
"Jesus," Manny said, "this is going to be tighter
than I thought. Hold her steady there, Jack."
"I. I don't know, Manny," Jack said. "Maybe it's
just too tight."
"There's no such thing as too tight," Manny shot
back. "Anyway, tight or not, I'm going to fuck her
ass. Just you hold her steady."
While this was happening, I lay there, passive but
keyed up emotionally, awash in a strange, sensuous fog.
It was as if I was outside myself, watching. There I
was, slumped across Jack and skewered on his enormous
cock, with Moe's slick, stiff prick filling my mouth
like a big pacifier. Now Manny was behind me, ready to
drive his prick into me. It was a moment of incredible
eroticism. I was surrounded by three men who were
going to fuck me, all at the same time.
I wanted Manny to fuck my ass so badly that I was
quivering with passion. My whole being seemed
concentrated on the tight ring of flesh that was
clutching the head of his cock. I wanted the rest. I
wanted him to drive it all the way up my ass. I didn't
care how much it hurt. I wanted it.
Jack tightened his grip on my back and Moe put his
hands behind my head, pinning me in place. Manny
shifted slightly, changing the angle of penetration
upward, and shoved forward. A searing bolt of pain
shot through me as he began to force his cock into my
butt. Despite Moe's grip on my head, I jerked it back
and off him, crying out in agony.
"Aiiiiee! It hurts!. Oh god!"
Manny pulled back slightly, but that temporary
moment of relief was quickly replaced by another
burning jolt of torment as he surged forward again and
drove his prick deeper up my asshole.
"Shut up, bitch!" Manny snapped. "You know you
want it. And you're going to get it!"
Again, he pulled back slightly and once again
shoved into my tender, stretched anus. It felt like a
red-hot metal pole going in. I cried out wordlessly,
my eyes suddenly full of tears.
"Ah, Jesus, that's tight," Manny groaned as he
continued to drive his cock up my butt. "Umpf! Damn!
Take it! Argh! Just a little more. Umpf! Umpf!"
Despite my weeping protests, he hammered his spike
into my ass, forcing his way up my painfully spasming
back channel until I felt his stomach slap against my
fanny. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me back onto his
spear of flesh, cramming the last little bit inside me.
I almost blacked out with the pain. For long
moments I lay there, pinned between the two cocks
driven into my middle from front and behind. Afraid to
move for fear of stirring new agonies, I could only
crouch there, trembling and crying.
But once he was in me, Manny held still and gave
me time to recover. Slowly, the pain dwindled and was
replaced by an incredible, wonderful fullness that
transcended anything I had ever felt. A line came to
me out of nowhere and rattled around and around in my
head: "I've got Manny in my fanny and Jack in my
crack."
My poor cunny, which had already been stretched to
its limits by Jack's huge cock, had now been drawn even
tighter by the second wedge driven into my backside.
It felt like I was impaled on a stone column driven
into my most sensitive parts. Far from painful, it was
wildly sexy, and I could feel my pussy dripping with
new lubrication. Meanwhile, Manny's somewhat smaller
prick felt at least as big as Jack's because of the
already tight quarters it had been forced into.
Beyond the merely physical stimulation, though,
was the extraordinary knowledge that I was sandwiched
between two men, each of them buried deep inside me.
It was my fantasy come true, and it was far more
sensual, more exciting and more erotic that I had ever
dreamed. Tremors of pain were replaced by tremors of
passion welling up from my depths. I lay between Jack
and Manny quivering with desire. Experimentally, I
shifted my hips and felt the two cocks move inside me.
As if on a signal, both of them began to draw back
at the same time, pulling their pricks slowly out of my
two clutching holes. I was overwhelmed by a sudden
feeling of almost desperate loss. Just as I was about
to protest, they paused with only the heads of their
cocks still in me, and then slowly, slowly, a fraction
of an inch at a time, shoved them back into my depths.
Desperation was replaced by ecstasy as they stretched
me, filled me again, stirred me with unimagined
pleasure. I moaned, a wordless sigh from the bottom of
my soul.
As they began to pump steadily in and out of my
cunt and ass, Moe stirred beside me. I realized that I
had been clutching his cock through all of this. The
head of it was purple with trapped blood, and it was
rock-solid in my fingers. I was immediately overcome
with desire to complete the connection. I knew
instantly that I wanted to fuck all three of them at
once, to make them all come, to use all the capacity of
my womanhood, to be their fuck-goddess of passion and
release.
I plunged my face back onto Moe's throbbing
erection, slavering over it and sucking it deep into my
mouth. At the same time, I began to rock back and
forth between Jack and Manny. Although I was pinned
between them, I took charge. I was no longer getting
fucked, I was fucking them. All three of them.
"Ooooh," said Manny, "lookee there. You like it,
don't you, you little slut." He rolled his hips
around, making his prick waggle in my behind. "You got
a cock in your ass, and one in your cunt, and a nice
big lollipop to suck on. What more could a girl ask
for?"
The answer was - nothing. I was full, replete. I
wanted nothing but to stay in that moment of triple
penetration forever, rocking back and forth between
Jack and Manny, sucking ferociously on Moe's cock. I
took his prick deeper than I had ever done before,
allowing it to slide past the back of my mouth and into
my throat. Moe stiffened in surprise and moaned with
delight as I swallowed him repeatedly.
Even though much of my conscious attention was on
Moe, it was the alternating slide of the cocks in my
pussy and ass that was stirring my body profoundly.
Pushing myself down onto Jack's cock, I was filled
deliciously even as Manny's slid out, producing a sense
of emptiiness. When I pushed backward, Jack's big
prick dragged along my clit, while Manny's forced it
way back up my rectum. And in between, there was the
unique sensation of their two stiff rods, separated
only by a thin wall of flesh, rubbing along each other
deep within me.
Manny was not content to let me do all the fucking
for long. At first, he simply jutted his hips forward
when I slid back onto him, driving his cock as far as
possible up my ass. Before long, however, he grabbed
my hips and began shoving me back and forth while he
pumped in and out of my butt.
Jack was more constrained with the weight of both
of us pressing down on him, but he bumped upward to
meet my descending pussy as hard as possible and rolled
his hips to make his prick churn inside me whenever the
pressure on him lessened.
The emphatic fucking I was getting, front and
back, left me free to concentrate on Moe's cock. I
drove my throat up and down on him, sucking vigorously,
squeezing him with my lips and lashing my tongue back
and forth on the sensitive underside. My hand slid up
and down his pole, rubbing and clutching as it slid
through my spit-slickened fingers.
It was Moe who came first. Although he'd been a
spectator almost as much as a participant, he had the
best view in the house of what was surely one of the
most erotic sights in his experience. Then, too, I
give excellent head, and he was getting my best. In
any case, he moaned and shot a load of cum into my
mouth, which I gulped down greedily. Several more
spurts followed quickly, and I swallowed it all except
for a little bit which leaked out of my mouth and ran
down my chin.
I had been teetering on the brink of another
orgasm myself, and the feel of Moe's cum jetting into
my eagerly sucking mouth was enough to kick me over the
edge. I squealed around his still-drooling meat as the
first wave hit me and then went jerking out of control.
My body bucked and shook as succeeding waves rolled
through me. I ricocheted back and forth between Manny
and Jack, fucking myself wildly on their two cocks,
driving first one and then the other into my pussy and
asshole.
That was enough to trigger both of them. I'm not
sure whether Manny or Jack came first, but suddenly
both of them were yelling and slamming their pricks
into me with a violence that would have been scary if
it hadn't felt so good. My pussy and ass were both
suddenly slick with their cream.
Manny drove his cock up my butt one last time and
then collapsed on my back, forcing Jack's still
spitting prick deep into my cunt. We lay there
recovering in a crumpled heap for several minutes. I
nursed on Moe's slowly dwindling hard-on until he
became too sensitive and slid it out of my mouth.
Eventually, the weight was two much for me. With
obvious reluctance, Manny slid his cock out of my ass,
but not before goosing it up my backside a few more
times. By the time he finally slid it out, I was half-
tempted to ask him to stay.
I rolled off Jack and slumped across the bed in a
daze. Moe went into the bathroom and came back with a
warm, damp washcloth which he used to wipe my face,
pussy and ass with surprising tenderness.
Later, after catching my breath, I staggered off
to the shower, intending to get cleaned up and leave.
I was not terribly surprised, though, when the door
slid open. I would have guessed that it would be
Manny, though, instead of Moe.
I was wrong by only a few minutes. None of them,
it seemed, could let me out of their sight for long.
Moe was just finishing a very thorough job of washing
me when the other two joined us in the bathroom. We
traded places, and Moe dried me off as thoroughly as he
had washed me, after which he bent me over the bathroom
counter and slid his cock into me from behind. Manny
and Jack pushed the shower curtain open and watched
while he fucked me to another knee-weakening orgasm.
Later, Manny dragged me back into the bedroom
where I gave him a long, sensuous blowjob. After he
finally shot his cum into my mouth, Jack pushed me onto
my stomach and wedged his huge fuckpole up my ass, a
feat that would probably not been possible if I hadn't
been loosened up by Manny's previous session there.
It was nearly three a.m. when I finally fell
asleep in Manny's arms. The next morning, they took me
to breakfast and then home. I said a tender goodbye to
the three of them that surely gave the neighbors
something to talk about, kissing each of them deeply
and passionately on my front step.
I was exhausted, of course. When the movers
arrived that afternoon, they noticed and commented on
how tired I seemed, assuming that it was from packing.
And, in a way, they were right.
Author's Note:
While a female friend thought I did a fair job of getting into Kay's
mind and creating a plausible situation in which a woman might just do
as described, she didn't like the cussing and forcefulness with which
the three guys -- especially Manny -- proceeded. That, she said, would
have turned her off and brought an immmediate end to the proceedings.
She's probably right and, were I inclined to expend the effort, I'd
probably rewrite this story with a more gentle and appreciative approach.
I was trying to make Manny a dominant, pushy presence and succeeded all
too well, I guess. I don't think he was serious, though. And, if it
needs saying, this is a complete fantasy.
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