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For years I’d wanted to be
with two men at the same time. I’d been with women, by myself or in threesomes
with men; been to sex parties where I always somehow ended up with one man;
tried S&M, bondage and public sex—but I had simply never been able to find
two men at the same time with whom I felt comfortable enough to engage in a
threesome. What’s more, some of my girlfriends, all of them far less sexually
adventurous than I, had managed it, and reported that it was exquisite.
Finally I got the opportunity
to fulfill my fantasy. I was dating a guy who happened to be a swinger. Brian
advertised in swingers’ magazines, complete with a photo of his nine-inch cock,
and he was willing to engage in almost any kind of scene. Many of those who answered
his ads were men with small dicks who wanted to watch their wives get it from a
big one. You might say Brian was a professional stud. You would be surprised
how many men actually want to watch their wives get fucked by another guy. And
it is a big part of the fantasy that the guy be really well hung. It became a
sort of specialty with Brian to service couples who wanted that kind of action.
I got off on watching the husbands turn white as they watched Brian’s huge cock
split their wives open and bring them to screams of orgasmic ecstasy.
We’d been seeing each other
for about six months, fucking every two weeks or so (Brian’s busy schedule
precluded anything more frequent) when I got a phone call from an old
boyfriend. Mark had been an unusual lover—he wasn’t into actual fucking so much
as fantasy play. He used to tie me to the bedposts, blindfold me, and work me
over for hours—eating my pussy, fucking my face, feeding me fruit, and making
me beg for his cock. In the years since I'd last seen him, he’d gotten married;
now he called to say he was divorced and in town for a week-long business
conference.
We chatted awhile, catching up
on each other’s lives. When I told him about Brian, he said he’d love to see me
getting fucked by such a massive organ; in fact, he confessed that one of his
fantasies was to “prepare” a woman for "a big cock.”
Now, rare is the lover who can
meet all my complex sexual desires: with Brian, though he fucked me hard and
deep, I'd been aching for more “dirty ta1k” and fantasy play, but he was fairly
single-minded in his vigorous fucking. When I’d been with Mark, on the other
hand, I’d sometimes longed for the simple pleasure of in-and-out. It seemed to
me that Brian and Mark were perfect compliments to each other.
Furthermore, I felt totally
comfortable with both men: they each adored me, lusted for my body, and were
considerate, sensitive lovers. Neither one was hung up on any jealousy or
insecurity trips. A threesome would be perfect.
When I called Brian, I
outlined the scenario: Mark would get me hot and crazy, and then he, Brian,
could fuck me. As usual, he was more than willing to jump into any scene and
play his part.
Mark came over early. I was
wearing a black Merry Widow that showed off my voluptuous figure, pushing my
tits over the lacy cups, which I knew Mark would love. He began by kissing me
and fondling my tits, then ran his hand down to my naked crotch, where he
teased me by lightly running his fingertips all around the outer folds of my
cunt. I was breathless almost immediately, feeling Mark's familiar expert
touch, and was perfectly happy to let him tie me to the bed with scarves. He
wrapped one around my eyes and let me lie there while he got undressed. Just
then the doorbell rang. I lay there helplessly while Mark answered it. In a
moment I heard Brian whisper, “Jesus Christ.” He’d never seen me in such a
compromising position, and I guess he was ready to jump my bones, because Mark
told him, "Not yet.” In a moment there was a cock against my cheek, and I
knew from its size that it belonged to Mark.
“What’s Brian doing?” I asked.
“Stroking his cock,” Mark
replied with a little giggle. “I've never seen anything like it—no wonder
you're so hot for him.”
I pictured Brian’s cock,
reaching halfway up his chest, and my pussy gushed. I was aching to be filled.
"Please,” I gasped.
"Someone fuck me."
"Are you kidding?"
Mark said. “You’re nowhere near ready to be fucked. No way.”
I whimpered.
“Open," he said.
Knowing the rules, I opened my
mouth and he slid his cock inside. But after one stroke he withdrew.
“That’s just a taste of what
you're gonna get.”
I heard Brian groan and couldn’t
help smiling at the way Mark took on the role of “master." He caught my
grin and gently slapped my face.
“Don't laugh, slut. This is
serious.” He reached down and pulled on my erect nipples, releasing my tits
from the Merry Widow. He stretched them way out, letting them fall back, then
pulling again, his fingers pinching hard. The slight edge of pain was
excruciatingly exciting.
I felt Brian draw near. Then
his huge pole was lying on my thigh. I moaned and squirmed, wanting it. Brian
moved closer so the tip of his cock nudged my pubic hair.
“Not yet," Mark said
sternly. His fingers glided around underneath me, and he unhooked my attire.
Naked now, I felt totally exposed and vulnerable. Then four hands began moving
up and down my torso, kneading my flesh, teasing my pussy. A finger entered me
only slightly and I bucked and moaned, trying to take it in.
"You cock-crazy
slut," Mark said. "You need it, don’t you, whore?"
"Yes," I moaned,
thrashing my head from side to side. Briefly I wondered what Brian thought of
all this. His heavy breathing told me he was turned on, but did he think I was
perverted for liking the "abuse”? I didn’t have much time to wonder about
it, though, because suddenly Mark's cock was back in my mouth.
"Suck it. You wanna get
fucked, you’ll have to work for it."
I sucked avidly and Mark drove
his cock deep into my throat. I’ve always loved sucking cock while tied down
and blindfolded—for some reason my throat relaxes and I’m able to take it all
down effortlessly.
"Tell Brian you want him
to fuck you," Mark ordered. "Say it with this cock in your
mouth."
“Brian, fuck me," I
pleaded unintelligibly, my mouth filled with dick.
I felt Brian climb onto me.
The head of his enormous cock pressed against my cunt; it felt even bigger than
usual. I was wide open and dripping, and he slid it in effortlessly, all nine
inches enfolded by my steaming pussy. He grunted and pumped me full of his meat
while Mark thrust his into my mouth, all the while calling me a slut and a
cock-crazy whore.
I couldn’t believe the
sensations. I was being filled up with cock from both ends, and I felt as if I
could have easily accommodated more. I ground my hips against Brian as he
fucked me, and I began to climb towards orgasm. Mark, sensing my heightening
excitement, let forth a stream of epithets, knowing it would take me over the
top. In another moment I was cumming, my pelvis arched up, my head arched back,
my cunt gripping Brian's cock, my lips gripping Mark’s.
When I calmed down, Mark
removed the blindfold. Brian climbed off me and stood on one side of the bed
while Mark stood on the other. Over my head they stroked themselves and fondled
their balls; every so often one of them would stick it in my mouth or smack it
against my cheek or tits. I watched them jerking off over me. Brian decided to
untie my hands and told me to squeeze my tits together. Then they both came at
once, an enormous double fountain spraying my tits and face. I licked them each
in turn and rubbed the pool of cum into my nipples.
That wasn't the end of our
session, but only the beginning. In a short while I’d used my mouth and hands
to get them hard again. They turned me over and had me suck Brian while Mark
fucked me doggie style. Any worries I might have had about being able to handle
two men at once proved unfounded; although I was fully satisfied by them, I
felt I could have handled even more.
We went on until the sun came
up, and then Mark left after a passionate goodbye kiss and a friendly whack on
the rear. Brian and I fell into bed, exhausted. Just before we fell asleep I
asked, “Do you think I’m a slut?"
"I sure do,” he laughed,
"and I love it.”
The session not only fulfilled
a lifelong fantasy—it also introduced Brian into the possibilities of fantasy
play. Now whenever he wants to get me really steamed up, he has only to give my
ass a smack and call me names and I’m instantly wet. As for Mark, he calls me
regularly, and promises he'll be coming back in a few months for more.
—Marcy S.
