Steve, Elizabeth and Me

From Tony on 11/17/08

Joan...
	It has been some time since I've written, but I regularly enjoy your releases. I thought you might enjoy the following.  Basically, the story is true (how could any sane person dream up something like this?), but the names have been changed.  Keep up the good work.

                                               
Steve and I had been golf- and poker-playing buddies ever since high school in the graduating class of 1990.  Now both the same age, about 28, in the locker room after a round or at the card table between bets, we often discussed the state of our sex lives.

Steve had been divorced three years, and for the past few months was shacking exclusively with Elizabeth and her Australian Shepherd dog.  She was twice divorced, and rather than them marrying, they lived together on a handshake basis, that each would be faithful, fucking no others.  Dull though it was, so far neither had strayed.  Both worked full time and they were splitting their living expenses down the middle.  I was presently employed, but unattached, always on the prowl.

Thinking that our conversations would be confidential and never passed on to anyone, Steve had confided that his fucking with Elizabeth was restrained and much too infrequent to suit him.  Because of Steve's conservative religious background, they were also limited to the missionary position for sexual intercourse, and the only attention he gave to her bushy cunt was to finger it until it got moist enough to get his cock in comfortably.  Even though she is always on the pill, Elizabeth puritanically insists that he wear a condom, so that she won't be soiled with his cum and have to douche before going to sleep.  

Although I had been single for the past two-plus years, I never lacked for fucking.  In our, hopefully confidential, man-to-man talks I had disclosed to Steve that as a teenager I used to masturbate, shooting my load into my other palm and licking up my cum, sometimes jerking off into a glass of 7-Up and drinking the mixture.  That I had always liked the taste of cum.  

On hearing this, he made a gesture covering his mouth with his palm, pretending to vomit at the thought.  When he asked when I had given up this repulsive practice, I confessed that not only had I not stopped drinking my cum, but that I had perfected a technique so that I was now licking my dates' pussies clean after fucking them.

"Just how do you manage that?" he asked.  "Simple," I said.  "Sometimes they just lay on their back with their legs spread invitingly, and I dive right in for the mixture of our juices.  Nothing like a vaginal fart to shoot out the last drop of my cum."

I told him that if it has been a threesome or group affair, sometimes it is also the cum of some other guy mixed in.  The position I prefer is when she squeezes her cunt lips with her fingers to keep it in her gash, and then quickly opens up her pussy and squats above my mouth.  Now scoffing, Steve sarcastically snorted, "I can certainly see how you get so many lays, but the thought of swallowing cum gags me.  It seems like an awful price to pay just to get fucked."

Apparently talking in his sleep with Elizabeth, Steve kept mumbling something she thought sounded like "pussy," something that they, prim and proper, never ever discussed.  Dismissing the remote possibility that perhaps he wanted to get a cat to go with her Aussy sheepdog, she keep pressing the point over breakfast.  Asking her if she could keep a secret (how many women can?) he told her about our locker room talk about me not only eating pussies, but sucking my cum from their cunts after fucking, sometimes also mixed in with the cum of others.  They both swore to keep this a secret and never to mention such a shocking thing again.  Elizabeth said that she didn't want to have anything come between me and them to break up our long time friendship.

Steve gave my creampie dereliction not a single passing thought, but it was not easy for Elizabeth to dismiss it so cavalierly, and whenever she thought of it she could literally visualize my face in a squirming fucked cunt or one dripping cum over my wide open mouth.  Each time the thought occurred, her crotch became wet with her pussy juices, and she was having trouble concentrating during their infrequent missionary type fucks.  

However, Steve wondered now why she no longer wanted him to use a condom, and she was falling asleep with no douche, his cum oozing out of her twat on the sheets.  Her sleep was restless, and in her fitful dreams she pictured, not Steve, of course, but me(!) going down and sucking her freshly-fucked cunt.

Usually on week nights, Steven and Elizabeth would have a cocktail and a glass or two of wine with dinner.  Having suffered through another hectic day with her visualizations of having her pussy sucked by me, she doubled their number of cocktails... and they drank considerably more wine with dinner, in order to build up her courage.  "Steve, I've got something terrible to confess to you."

"Yes, dear."

"I'm sure you remember telling me about our friend and his practice of... how you say it... going down on his dates after fucking them, and then licking and sucking them clean of his cum, sometimes also the cum of others.  While this is difficult for me even to believe, I simply have not been able to get it off of my mind, and you probably have noticed my rolling and tossing about in bed rather than sleeping.  It's wearing me down to a frazzle, and I must simply find out for sure whether people actually do that.  Do you know what I mean?"

"Dear, I don't have the slightest idea whether or not it is true, you know how locker room bullshit is, but he keeps telling me about more and more of his dates that he has pleasured in that fashion.  The only way I know of finding out for sure whether it is true or not would be for me to go along with him some night and watch him perform."

"No, Steve, absolutely not, over my dead body.  I won't let you do that.  But if you want, you can invite him over to our house, and we will both find out whether he sucks fucked cunts or not.  The cunt in this case will be mine... and you, of course, will be the one who fucks cum for him to eat.  

"Don't argue with me now, as my mind is made up, and, if you don't agree to invite him over, I'll go to him myself and beg him for a private demonstration.  However, I'd much rather that you watch, for you may even learn more on how to pleasure me in bed.  You don't pay enough attention to my pussy as it is, you and your religion that considers it a sin.  

"This is Friday, and you have your golf game with him tomorrow.  Not that you noticed, but my period was over on Tuesday, and I want you to ask him over for Saturday evening.  Don't tell him a word about our plan, but I'll be dressed so as to give him ideas, and he is going to perform after you cum in my cunt... or he will be proved a coward and a patent fraud."  It was most unusual for Elizabeth to use this sexy slang language, and Steven knew that she meant every word, emphasizing each and every sex word.

Luckily, I was not all dated up for that particularly Saturday night, and I welcomed Steve's invitation... even though, from experience, I anticipated a rather good meal and a dull evening.  The three of us were most congenial, and thoroughly enjoyed just relaxing before dinner with a drink or two... wine with one of Elizabeth's delicious gourmet feasts, and an after dinner drink.  

She had dressed for the warm summer evening in the shortest of skirts and low-cut upper, displaying an ample cleavage between her breasts.  It looked to me that she was not wearing a bra.  Just before dessert, she excused herself.  When she came back I could tell she had removed her panties.  Her skirt was by then barely covering her buns.  Sitting across from me, with her legs crossed, I could actually see her cunt.  Bending over before me, the display of her ass was most suggestive.  If I had not known of their conservative sexual lifestyle, I'd surely have thought that she was hitting on either Steve or me... or both of us.

Emboldened by her more than usual booze, and her predetermined effort to either prove or disprove my bragging about eating pussy (even a fucked pussy), Elizabeth blurted out at me, "I understand from Steve that you are quite a lady's man."

"Oh, I really wouldn't say that.  I'll admit that I do like to get up and about.  But I'm sure that there are others much better as ladies' men."

"Yes, but how about what you tell Steve about eating pussies that have been fucked either by you or sometimes even by others?  Steve and I, and particularly me, think that you are telling a bald face lie, and we want to know if you are just a lying, fucking bastard... or whether there is a smigen of truth in your ramblings.  

"Frankly, that is why you were invited over here tonight, and you will notice that I'm about to become suitably undressed before your very eyes for the occasion," as she slipped her dress up and over her head and off, standing nude before me.  I had been right: no bra.  Believe me, that got my attention.  But Steve was looking sheepish and saying nothing, as if she was the boss for the night, and the cat had gotten his tongue.

"Steve and I are going to go into the bedroom now, and he is going to fuck me.  If you see any possibilities in this, you are welcome to take your clothes off and join us in a few minutes," she announced.  With that they walked toward their bedroom hand in hand.  

Left alone, I considered the situation for a moment.  Then I got up, stripped, and headed for their bedroom.  When I joined them near their king-sized bed, the three of us were naked, Steve and I bearing the start of rousing boners.  

Steve broke his long silence and outlined what was to take place.  "We are going to keep this simple, and hopefully, uncomplicated.  First, I'm going to fuck Elizabeth in our usual straight missionary fashion.  Second, when I cum in her cunt, the next move is yours.  Understand?  It will be your chance either to put up or shut up about eating fucked pussy.  And if you don't, I don't ever want to hear you mention it again.  

"Now, as your host and hostess for this demonstration, we both agreed that it would be only polite for you to have whatever time you would like before I fuck her, to go down on her and taste her pussy, and do whatever you claim to have done to your dates before they are fucked.  Hopefully, that won't take you too long, because I'm dripping my precum, and just about to cum now just thinking about you even being here."

Having heard his open invitation, I gently took Elizabeth in my arms, felt up and down her back to the crack of her ass, and placed a wet kiss on her lips.  Surprisingly, her lips parted enough for me to French her, and she returned my tonguing with hers.  Her breasts were firm, and her nipples erect.  Kissing her neck, breasts, and sucking one tit then the other, with us still standing, I kissed my way down and tickled her belly button with my tongue.

"Liz, I have been invited by your man to taste your pussy, and I'd like for you to lie down on the bed so that I may treasure this moment," I told her.

Spreading her legs and raising her knees, I stuffed a pillow under her ass before my face dove into her cunt.  She immediatly came from her first muff diving experience, showering my face with her delicious juices.  

At that point, I could only hazard a guess as to what Steve's cum would taste like, but I was in heaven with her vaginal shower.  With her ass raised on the pillow, her asshole was readily available, and she orgasmed frantically as I tongue-fucked her little bung.  I could tell that both her bung and her cunt were virginal areas so far as tonguing was
concerned.

I noticed that Steve's cock was drooling precum, drop after drop, and he said that if he didn't get to fuck her soon he was going to explode in the air.  I gave her cunt a farewell kiss and a little suck, stepped aside, and guided his cock into her wet twat.  

As I should have anticipated, I'd be back for my creampie sooner than anyone expected.  Steve went off almost as soon as he sank is boner to the hilt.  I coaxed him to leave it in her milking cunt as long as he could, so that his balls would produce as much cum as possible.  Finally, though, he went completely limp and was squeezed out of her pussy.  

"Liz, wait just a quick moment, as I want to lick the cum off of Steve's cock so that it won't get wasted.  Then I'm going down on your cunt as my reward of the evening."  I didn't take much time with Steve's cock, as cock-sucking is not one of my main pleasures.  In the shake of a lamb's tail my face was buried in her wet pussy.  To put it mildly, formerly prim and proper Elizabeth went nuts, with repeated orgasms... and her vaginal farts pushed out all of Steve's fresh, and surprisingly tangy, cum... mixed with her juices.

Thinking the evening to be over, the three of us showered.  Then, still naked, we went back into the living room... I thought perhaps to discuss the significance of what had just taken place.  Steve said that the occasion warranted opening a bottle of a champagne, and we toasted each other.  I thanked both of them profusely, assuming but never suggesting that we could get together again for a repeat.  

When I started to head for the bedroom to dress, Steve took my arm and said, "Please wait.  If you don't have to hurry off, Elizabeth and I would really like you to fuck her now.  I'm ready to go again, and I'd like you to fuck her... giving her two loads of cum in her pussy.  It will make our night all the more memorable."

Now fucking Elizabeth had not been part of the program as earlier announced by Steve, but I had nothing better to do at home... other than to jack off... so why not?  She was wet enough for immediate fucking, but I went down on her just to make sure, and for the still lingering taste of Steve's cum.  

Then I plunged my boner into her twat, and slowly (in and out) gave her something she hadn't had in a long time... a fuck by someone other than Steve.  Her arms around my neck and her begging for more and deeper was sufficient thanks for a job well done.  

I hadn't cum before that evening, so my load was huge... and had started to ooze out around my cock when I had gone limp.  Without hesitation, Steve assumed the position and gave her his second load of the evening, to be mixed with my huge deposit of jism.

When Steve slipped out of her now well-loved hole, HE immediately went face down into her pussy and started to lap, lick, and suck up the mixture of our cum and her juices... tastes which were new to him.  His enthusiasm caused his greatly surprised Elizabeth to orgasm, pushing out more cum for him to drink.  Two or three vaginal farts shot out the rest, and Steve never seemed to get his fill.  For good measure, he asked Liz to come over on top and drop her cunt on his face for more sucking.

Providently, the evening had to end, and it did so on the best of terms.  I went to the living room to dress.  I hear them talking in the bedroom.  When I was dressed and standing at the door (with Steve and Elizabeth still naked), they thanked me profusely.  Steve said, "We want you to know you have an open invitation to come over again any Saturday night for another threesome." 

Added Elizabeth, "If you like, you can even bring one of your lady friends for our mutual pleasure.  Now that my Steve is a creampie eater, he needs a strange cunt to fuck and suck... and I think I'd like a chance to do a woman, particularly if she has just been fucked.  Steve agrees with me that we both have learned a lot about the pleasures of sex, and have a lot more to learn from you." 

Liz French kissed me goodnight, making me wish for time to fly until the next Saturday night.

The three of us have enjoyed many Saturday nights together.  Steve and I now take turns ceaning out Elizabeth's freshly-fucked pussy after we have both deposited one or more loads inside of her.  

One time I also brought a female friend with me.  We all four ended up on the king-sized bed together, but Elizabeth got jealous when she saw Steve fuck the other gal... and could not shake the jealousy long enough to try going down on the other gal.  

Thereafter, it was just Steve, Elizabeth and me on Saturday nights.  Although Elizabeth never got comfortable with eating a pussy that had been just fucked by Steve, she learned to give Steve some great blow jobs as I fucked her.  Steve was happy with that, and I have been continually happy to be their "extra guy," and to regularly lap up the juices left in Elizabeth's pussy by Steve and me.

Tony