Mickey and the 3Ms - Mickey enjoys all of her men (MM, MMM, M+F,
oral, fist, anal, rom)

Their house sat slightly above the #14 tee box, with the cart
path running along their wrought iron fence.  I would
occasionally see the head and shoulders of one or both of them
during my weekend walks, seated along the glass windows of their
recessed patio, the rest of their bodies hidden behind their
patio and pool furniture.  Their dog, one of those yippity,
yappity terriers, would bark at me by the fence as I went by,
ruining the sleep of any neighbors who thought it would be nice
to sleep in on a weekend morning.  And I would make things worse
by jumping up and down, sending the dog into a spiraling frenzy
of even more rapid barking.  The guys would laugh and wave and I
would respond in kind and continue with my walk.

One especially hot, humid morning, drenched with sweat, I stopped
to get a drink from the water station by the tee box.  Someone
noticed my disgust when I found the grounds crew hadn't yet
gotten around to refilling the coolers.

"Need some water?" a voice called out.

I looked around and spotted one of the guys waving at me, still
seated by the patio windows.

"Yeah, that would be nice," I replied.

He stood and pointed to the gate at the far end of the fence. 
"Let yourself in and I'll be right back."  He was a big guy, with
a football lineman physique that had grown paunchy from lack of
hard exercise, if he had played football in the first place.  He
had on a short, white pool robe which was barely long enough to
cover his ass and crotch.

The dog darted out as he went inside and immediately went
berserk, running in circles around me and barking constantly.  In
the few seconds it took me to reach the patio, the dog had calmed
down slightly and began to smell my legs.  I knelt down scratch
its head and neck, which had an even greater calming effect in
the dog's antics.

I heard the patio door open and saw the glass of ice water out
corner of my eye. When I turned my head to reach for the glass, I
noticeably flinched.  I found myself staring at one massive,
thick piece of hairless meat hanging between the sides of an open
pool robe.  It was still flaccid and my host made no effort to
hide it.  Damn, I wondered, how big would that thing be if it
were erect?  It took me a moment to compose myself as I reached
for the glass of water, still kneeling in front of him.

"Can I have some of that?" I asked shyly.  "I don't think it will
fit in my ass, but I might get it into my mouth."  I gulped down
the water as he sat down in a corner chair, laid open his robe,
spread his legs and scrunched down behind the patio furniture to
hide himself from the cart path.

"Be my guest," he said quietly, staring straight into my eyes the
whole time as I knelt down between his legs and took his rapidly
stiffening cock into my mouth.  It was a tight fit, I barely got
my lips over the head, but once the head was in, it molded
perfectly to the roof of my mouth.  There was no way it was going
into the back of my throat, but he didn't seem to mind.  The
roughness of the roof of my mouth rubbing on the cock head was
apparently enough to cause him to close his eyes and moan loudly
and periodically jerk his hips.

Other than being occasionally distracted by the dog sniffing my
crotch and ass, I tried to concentrate on the task at hand. 
While making a short bobbing motion with my head on his cock, I
was kneading his balls with one hand and probing his ass with the
fingers of the other.

"Stop for a second," he said, tapping me on the shoulder.  My
mouth made a loud popping sound when I pulled it off of his cock,
causing us both the smile and chuckle.  He reached for a tube of
lube, which I hadn't noticed before, sitting on a table by his
chair.  I noticed the towel sitting next to the lube.  I also
noticed that it smelled of cum.

"Put some of this on your fingers," he said, squeezing a large
blob from the tube into the palm of the hand I was using to
massage his balls.  I smeared the lube into my fingers as he slid
his hips forward in the chair.  I resumed my probing of his ass
and the massaging of his balls, now with well lubricated fingers
and hands.  He gasped slightly and then gasped again, louder,
when I took his cock back into my mouth and pressed it up against
the roof of my mouth.

Three fingers went into his ass, then four, then five, up the
third knuckle.  I applied constant pressure with my tongue
against the bottom of his cock, with the hand massaging his
balls, squeezing them lightly and with my other hand half
inserted into his ass.  His hips jerked sharply as my whole hand
slipped into his bottom hole and then jerked abruptly again as
his ass muscles clamped around my wrist and started pulsing.  Cum
pulsed out of the end of his cock, oozed out actually, in large
globs, one pulse after another, again and again.  It wasn't hard
to swallow all of it, the pulses were slow enough so as to not
overwhelm my mouth.  His whole body eventually relaxed and
collapsed back into the chair, allowing me to pull my hand out.

"That was incredible!" he blurted out between breaths.  "Where
did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"I think it had more to do with the size of my mouth, than my
skills," I replied.  "I think my mouth fit your cock head just
right.  But tell me, how did you get such a huge, loose asshole?
How can I get one like that?" I asked as I wiped my hands with
the towel from the table.

"Come inside and I'll show you.  My name is Martin, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Martin, I'm Mark," I replied.  The dog followed
us in, still sniffing my legs.

In the master bath, I did a double take.  There was another
'Martin' standing by the sink, combing his hair.

"Twins?" I asked.

"Actually triplets.  This is my brother Mathew," Martin replied.
"Our other brother Michael lives in Atlanta.  Mattey, Mark here,
who just happens to be an incredible cock sucker, wants to know
how we get such huge, gaping assholes."

"Nice to meet you Mark,' Mathew said.  "We use these."  He pulled
a huge four inch butt plug from underneath the sink.  I couldn’t
help but gawk at it, my mouth hanging open.

"Are you serious?" I asked, "You insert that in your ass?"

"Sure, watch," Mathew said.  He coated the plug with some lube
from his vanity drawer, smeared some more lube onto his ass,
working some in with his fingers, set the plug onto the edge of
the bathtub and lowered himself onto it.  With a half dozen up
and down wiggles, it slid right in.  My eyes must have been as
big as saucers as the brothers grinned at each other and pointed
to my face.

"You want to borrow it?" Martin asked with a grin.

"No way!" I exclaimed.  "That will never fit in my puny asshole."

"These might," Mathew replied, producing a two inch and a three
inch diameter plug from his drawer and another tube of lube. 
"Here is some lube.  Take them home with you and work up to the
three incher over the next couple of weeks."

"Okay," I nodded, "and thanks, I think."  They both grinned at
me.  "Ah, do you happen to have a bag I can put these in?  Might
look a little odd, carrying them around in the open."  They both
laughed, loudly.

"Sure," said Mathew, still grinning, "I'll get you one."

"By the way, how do people tell the two of you apart?" I asked.

"We have to get naked to do that," Martin replied.  "I have an
appendix scar.  See?  And Mattey has a birth mark on his left
hip."  Mathew turned and opened his robe, displaying the reddish
mark.  I smiled and nodded.

*****

For two weeks, I stretched my asshole with the two dildos, two to
three times a day, and bought one of my own as well.  I got to
where I could work the three incher in and out without any
difficulty.  When my own arrived in the mail, I bagged up the two
borrowed ones and went back to Martin and Mathew's house early
Saturday morning.

I could barely see the top of the head of one of the brothers,
sitting in the corner of the patio.  He pulled off his swim
trunks as I approached.  It was Mathew.

"I brought back your plugs," I said, "I bought one of my own."

"You got the big one to go in?" he asked.

"Took some work, but, yeah I did," I replied.

"Marty says you're a really good cock sucker.  Can you show me?"

"My pleasure.  But, first thing first."

I looked around to make sure no one else was walking on the cart
path, stripped off my shorts, lubed my ass and the three inch
plug and worked it into my hole.  I then knelt down in front of
Mathew, squirted some more lube onto my hands and motioned for
him to slide forward and spread his legs.  After a couple of
minutes of effort, I had my left hand inside him.  Rotating my
wrist back and forth, I massaged his prostate with the heel of my
hand and licked the tiny squirts of cum that leaked from the head
of his cock.

Once he was fully erect, I slipped his cock head into my mouth. 
He fit the same as Martin's did, the cock head perfectly squeezed
into the roof of my mouth, my tongue pressing up on the
underside.  He closed his eyes and started breathing hard as I
worked my tongue against the underside of his cock.  It only took
a minute for him to tense, jerk his hips and let out a load
groan.  His cum, like Martin, oozed out in great globs, one after
another, again and again.  I had no problem swallowing it.

Sitting back, I caught a glimpse of Martin, sitting at the
kitchen counter, naked, stroking his massive member and smiling
at Mathew and me.  He motioned for us to come in.  A quick glance
along the cart path again, and the two of us came in, Mathew
naked, me still wearing my shoes and shirt.  I spun around to
show Martin the butt plug in my ass.  He laughed.

"Good, you got it in," he said, still laughing.  "We owe you one
for the cock suckings.  I suggest a sandwich, you in the middle.
Our treat, we’ll do all of the work."

Mathew smiled at me, leaned his upper body against the sofa arm
and spread his cheeks.  The dog circled and barked a couple of
times.  A command of "Quiet TJ" caused it to shut up and lie down
and watch the proceeding.

"Stick it in," he said, nodding at my erection.  I did as
requested.  Martin stepped in behind me, pulled out the butt plug
and squirted a big glob of lube into my gaping hole.

"Relax your whole body," he said "and let me do all of the work."

I laid down on Mathew's back and relaxed as best I could, knowing
what was coming next.  Surprisingly, Martin's cock easily slid
into my ass.  I reached underneath Mathew and began to gently
massage his still wet cock and balls while Martin slowly worked
his cock back and forth.  The feeling was incredible, my cock
stiffening inside Mathew, Martin's stiffening inside me and the
force of his stokes driving me into Mathew.  I found myself
moaning loudly.

"I think he likes it,' Martin said.

"Apparently so," replied Mathew with a chuckle.

Mathew came first.  His ass clamped around my cock as more globs
of cum oozed out onto my hands.  I massaged the gooey mess all
over his cock shaft and balls as my own orgasm began to build. 
The tension in my groin sent mild, pulsating waves of muscle
spasms down my legs and up into my chest.  I let loose a loud
gasp and a big load of cum, pulse after pulse after pulse, into
Mathew's ass, my ass muscles clamping around Martin's cock. 
Martin followed, with a loud whisper of "Here it comes," before
tensing and unloading into my ass.  The three of us rested,
catching our breath, Martin's upper body resting on my back, mine
on Mathew's, our arms hanging limp.  A slick layer of sweat
between the three of us allowed our bodies to slide around a bit
with our breathing.  The dog took the dangling arms as an
invitation to lick the cum from my fingers.  I didn't object.

After a shower, in which all three of us washed and sucked each
other once more, I left with an invitation to come back on Friday
to meet some guests of theirs who were coming for the weekend.  I
spent most of the week hiding an erection I my pants, with
visions of a weekend man orgy racing through my head just about
every hour of every day.

*****

I let myself in the back gate late Friday afternoon.  One of the
brothers was sitting in the corner patio chair again, hiding
behind the patio and pool furniture.  He opened his robe and
smiled.  There was no appendix scar or birth mark.

"You must be Michael," I said with a grin.

"And you must be Mark, the guy who gives incredible head," he
replied with a loud laugh.

More laughter erupted from the house.  I looked in to see two
naked brothers and a naked woman approach the window, their arms
wrapped around each other.

"I told you he wouldn’t be fooled," Mathew said through the
screen door.  "Now you'll pay."

I gave Michael a quizzical look.

"I lost the bet you couldn't tell us apart," he said, "and now I
have to be the sex slave, at least for today.  Oh, and that's our
older sister, Michelle.  She took care of us after our parents
died, and we take care of her."

I studied Michelle for a moment.  She was shorter than her
brothers, about my height, with the well defined muscle tone of
an athlete or a body builder.  She had wide, but not fat, hips
and long reddish blond hair that cascaded down to her nipples. 
There was a butterfly tattoo just above her shaved pussy.  She
looked like she could handle just about anybody and anything that
came along.

"Is it my turn?" Michael asked, looking alternately at his
erection and my mouth.

"Ah, yes, of course," I replied, regretting having to divert my
gaze from Michelle.

He was tighter than his brothers.  I could only get three fingers
halfway into his ass.  Any more or any deeper only caused him to
wince in pain, so I stayed with three, stroking only partially in
and out of his hole.  Like his brothers, his cock head fit
perfectly into the roof of my mouth.  Unlike his brothers, his
cum didn't ooze out, but spurted out sharply as his hips bounced
off of the chair with each pulse.  I was able to swallow most of
it, but took one shot to the nose when he jerked so hard that his
cock popped out of my mouth.  Michael then lay quietly as I
licked his cock clean.  The two of us watched the goings on in
the house.

One brother was directly behind Michelle, one arm wrapped around
her shoulders, the other around her mid section with the hand
massaging one of her nipples.  His cock was sticking through from
behind, between her legs.  The other brother was standing at her
side, one hand on this brothers ass, the other lifting Michelle's
other breast and nipple to his mouth and his erect cock touching
his brothers.  Michelle had both cock heads in her hands and was
massaging and stroking both at the same time, while periodically
rubbing them against her clit. One brother came and then the
other.  Michelle rubbed the cum hard onto her clit as she let out
a sharp cry when she too came, the brothers lifting her up onto
her tiptoes at the same time.  She kissed them both, in a
non-sisterly manner, when they set her back down.

Michael and I went inside and he introduced me to Michelle.  She
shook my hand, with the grip of a body builder, and pulled my
shirt up and over my head.  I quickly kicked off my shoes as she
pulled down my shorts.

"The boys tell me you are really good at sucking cock," she said
with a sly grin.  "Let's see how you do with mine."

She pulled me over to an overstuffed chair and ottoman, pushed me
down onto it and mounted my face, planted her clit against my
lips and started sliding her hips back and forth.

"Someone give me a cock," she demanded.  One of the brothers got
up onto the chair above me, leaned against the back and presented
his erection.  She took it into her mouth and sucked as he
started sliding his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. 
Another brother lifted my knees up and inserted a dildo onto my
ass and worked it back and forth.  A few moments later, several
fingers replaced the dildo, and with some discomfort, the whole
hand went in after a time.

"Slave, suck his dick," Martin ordered.

"Yes master," came the reply from Michael in a mocking, false
baritone tone of voice.  Everyone laughed.  I tried to as well,
but my mouth was occupied.  Michael wrapped his lips around my
cock head and began massaging it with his tongue, while kneading
my balls with his hand.

"You're a little slow in cumming, Marty," Michelle said to the
brother who's cock she was sucking.

"Give me a break Mickey, I've already come twice this morning. 
Stick a finger in my ass to speed things up," he replied.  She
did and he did, cumming a couple of minutes later with a loud
grunt before sinking down into the chair behind my head.  A small
amount of cum dripped from her lips onto my forehead.

"Sorry about that," she said with a giggle.  She wiped the cum
from my face with her finger.  Marty grabbed her hand and licked
it clean.

"He's getting close," said Mathew, as my hips began to jerk and
twist.  I felt the orgasm building in my balls.  About a minute
later, he said "Here he comes, here he comes."  I unloaded spurt
after spurt into Michael's mouth.

"Give me a taste, Mikey," said Michelle in a commanding tone of
voice.  He slid up next to her and stuck his tongue in her mouth
and she in his.

"My turn to cum," said Michelle.  "Get behind me, slave, and
pinch my nipples."  Michael straddled my hips, slid my cock into
his ass and reached around and started massaging, tweaking and
pinching Michelle's nipples, as she continued to slide back and
forth across my mouth.  A few slides later she squealed as her
legs clamped around my head, flooding my mouth and nostrils with
juice.  She fell forward into Martin's lap, still breathing fast
and hard, before starting to giggle.  She slid back and laid her
face next to mine, still giggling.

"That was fun," she said, just before taking my head in her hands
and kissing me.  Michael was still sitting on my cock, not
moving, grinning at the two of us.

"Keep pumping slave," she commanded.  He did as ordered.  I came
again a few minutes later.

A whole lot more sex happened over the next two days.  I noticed
that Michelle usually directed the proceedings.  I also noticed
that the brothers never fucked her, although they did massage and
suck her clit and finger and pinch her nipples and pussy.  She
was likewise not shy about stroking and sucking their cocks, but
never asked them to put one in her ass or pussy.  That job was
apparently reserved for me.

At breakfast Sunday morning she asked me "How far away is your
house?"

"Just a bit over a mile," I replied.

'Okay, get dressed," she said.  "Mark and I are going for a
walk," she announced to the brothers.  Five minutes later the
brothers all smiled, nodded and waved as we closed the door
behind us.

We walked in silence for the first couple of minutes as I studied
her and she me.

"You think I'm overly aggressive, don't you?" she asked.

"I see you like to control things, but I wouldn't call it overly
aggressive."

"And you don't like that?"

"I didn't say that.  I just find it unusual in a woman, at least
compared to the ones I've dated and slept with in the past."

"I had to take control," she started to explain.  "Our parents
died in a car crash when I was 24 and my brothers were still 17.
I essentially raised them through the rest of high school and to
some extent when they started college.  I had to be aggressive
and demanding to control three high school football players.  It
wasn’t really as hard as it sounds.  They're actually just a
bunch of teddy bears."

"Momma bear, protecting her cubs?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"And the sex?" I asked.

"Christmas during their freshman year in college.  I broke off my
wedding engagement when I let myself into my fiance's apartment
and found him fucking one of my bride's maids to be.  I went home
and cried and got drunk and then sucked each of the boys and let
them suck me.  I fell asleep snuggled up between them, like I was
safe and protected.  We've been doing it ever since.  Kind of a
way to show how much we care for each other.  At least that's how I
rationalize it."

"Sorry about your parents," I said quietly.

We walked along in silence for awhile.

"You're not gay, are you?" she asked.

"Aggressive and direct, too," I said with a grin.  "No, I'm not
gay.  I prefer pussy over cock, but I'm not shy about pleasuring
another man or letting him pleasure me, so long as the enjoyment
is mutual, and not domination of one over the other."

"So you wouldn’t like it if I were a dominatrix?"

"Are you?" I asked.  "No, I wouldn't like it.  I was in a
relationship like that for a short while.  Too one sided for my
taste.  All the joy in the sex was hers, little of it was for my
benefit or enjoyment.  She didn't get it when I broke it off. 
Kept calling me for a month, begging me to let her continue to
humiliate me.  Boring.  If you are a dominatrix, we won't have a
future relationship."

"Are we going to have a future relationship?  I admit I'm
aggressive," she said, "but I'm not a dominatrix.  I expect both
partners to share equally in the heart aches and the fun.  I'm
guessing those other women you've dated were wussies?"

"Yeah, mostly pink lace panties."

"Mine are mostly red and black," she replied.

"That's what I would have guessed," I said with a smile.

She laughed and took my arm for the rest of the walk to my house.

"There it is," I said, pointing at a French style one story at
the end of a cul-de-sac.  We made a quick walk through of the
inside of the house and I concluded my tour in the master
bedroom.  She stripped off her clothes in about 10 seconds and
put her hands on either side of my neck.

"Tell me what you want to do to me Mark.  You know I'm aggressive
and I like it hard.  Tell me what you really want to do to this
body."

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath and exhaled before
responding.

"Well, I want to suck your clit till its raw and you're screaming
in ecstasy from multiple orgasms."

"That's a given," she said.  "We're gonna do that anyway, no
matter what.  What else?"

"I want to fist the hair on the back of your head and ram my cock
down your throat."

"We can do that.  But you'll have to let me control the thrusts.
I still need to breathe sometime."

"Agreed," I said.

"What else?" she asked.

"Since I'm getting low on cum after these past couple of days, I
want to take my time fucking your ass long and hard, doggy style,
while pinching your clit and nipples.  So long and hard you'll
have trouble sitting down for the next two days."

"We can do that, too.  But let's do it with me leaning against
the bed so I can pinch with my fingers too."

"Agreed," I repeated.

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs.

We got back to the brother's house around dinner time.  We spent
most of the remainder of the evening watching a movie and
cuddling, Mickey and I in each other's arms, the brothers
grinning at each other and us the whole time.

*****

Mickey only lived about an hour drive from me and the two
brothers.  We continued to get together nearly every weekend. 
Mikey would join us about once a month.  I guessed that they had
accepted me into their family when they all started calling me
'Markey'.  At the start of the Thanksgiving weekend, the brothers
and I were waiting at my house for Mickey to join us.  The turkey
in the oven was nearly done.

"I'm going to ask Mickey to marry me," I said.

"About time," said Marty.

"Damn right, Markey, it's about time," said Mattey.

"No objections then?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," said Mikey.

We were married three weeks later in a civil ceremony.  We bought
a house along the #17 fairway, just around the corner and down
the street from Mattey and Marty.  It had a second master suite
upstairs, essentially a self contained apartment, without the
washer and dryer.  Mikey sold his home in Atlanta a month later
and moved into the upstairs suite.  We installed grand king size
beds in both master bedrooms.  Mikey is a frequent visitor to our
bed and we to his.  Mattey and Marty often spend the night as
well.


  
Mickey3Ms