Have I got a problem?
I’m 24 years old, 5’11” tall, 34C breast, 24″ waist and I can lie and say a 34″ butt, which is really more like 36″ or even a bit larger. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, and this is about how I got over a couple of problems.
My first problem was Sean. He is a year older than me, a shade taller, seriously fit, a cross-country runner, black hair with dark eyes. He’s a great guy, a long dick and knows how to use it. I love it, in my mouth, in my pussy or up my ass, I just love it. His attitude is positive, his aroma is just unbelievably sexy and I don’t know why that’s important, but just the smell of him attracted me, right from the start. I was dating, and fucking, Sean for about nine months when I met my second problem, Dylan.
Dylan is also a year older than me, a shade taller, seriously fit, an exercise physiologist, black hair with blue eyes. He’s a great guy, a long dick and knows how to use it. I love it, in my mouth, in my pussy or up my ass, I just love it. His attitude is positive, his aroma is just unbelievably sexy and I don’t know why that’s important, but just the smell of him attracted me, right from the start.
See my problem? They could be twins!
I’d had an accident and managed to get a little banged up so needed to join a gym. From the moment I met Dylan, I was struck by the similarities between him and Sean. We were talking, discussing a series of exercises to help me recover and he got close. I got hit with his aroma and I was hooked. If we hadn’t been in a gym, with lots of other people around, I would have had his track pants around his ankles and his cock in my mouth.
I knew that was what I wanted, and that was fucking weird. I’ve never even considered anything like that before. I’m certainly not a “good girl”, but I’ve never had the inclination to be a slut either. At least, not until I met Dylan.
Sean was training for an event, preparing to leave for a marathon, and I was going to be alone for the weekend. Sean and I didn’t live together, then, and I must admit to missing him. Not being a morning person, I went to the gym after work, began my routine and Dylan appeared. It was a little quiet, so as I was doing things, I started talking to him. I found out he had only moved here recently, was living alone in a strange city. Then it hit me, I was as horny as a three-balled tomcat. I asked him if he wanted to get a coffee when he was finished. He was, technically, finished for the day already, was only here because he wanted to catch up with me and see if there was anything I needed. My head screamed, “Your dick!” but my mouth said, “A coffee, that’s what I need most of all.”
The small coffee shop next to the gym was still serving so we went there. We were talking, well, we were flirting over the table and I said, “I have a boyfriend who is running a marathon this weekend.” I nearly added ‘Would you like to take me home and fuck me senseless’ but didn’t. “Would you like to go to a movie?” He asked, I shook my head, and replied, “No, but I would like to see the ceiling in your place.” Which is almost the same, only more lady-like, I think. He blinked and “Wouldn’t your boyfriend object?” “Maybe, but I’m not going to tell him.” “If you’re not going to then I won’t either, if that’s okay with you.” “Sure, but sooner the better.” I said.
We got to his place and moments after we got inside the door, I had his track pants around his ankles looking at this tool that was long and hard, preparing to slide into my mouth. The practice I had with Sean’s long dick stood me well as I took it all, I wanted it all right down my throat. He wanted to give it to me, just as I wanted it inside me. I’m on birth control so that wasn’t an issue. He insisted on using a condom, even though I was sucking him already. Shortly after, I was lying on my back with his dick hovering over my waist, him kneeling between my spread legs, watching him roll this condom on. My clothes had been scattered over the floor getting here and I was going to have that thing in me, that’s all I wanted.
I felt his dick pushing at my pussy, probing, collecting some lubrication. There was plenty of it, my pussy was swollen and I could feel dribbles of juice rolling over my asshole. He engaged in my love hole and I felt it sliding into me. It was pushing my vaginal walls apart, invading my deepest cavern, until I felt his pubic hairs mash on mine. It only seemed like moments and his pumping on my clit was sending me crazy. I thrashed about, wrapped my arms and legs around him, pushed my pelvis up to meet his glorious cock and it was filling me up, just like Sean did.
I was so worked up that I nearly missed it, he breathing sped up, his gasps and moans were almost as loud as mine, then I felt the pulse of his cock as it exploded into the condom. I was not distracted by this, as I felt that was the last thing I really needed to push me over the edge. My fuck hole squeezed his cock, hard and was demanding it deliver as much of his semen into it as it could get. Well, it would have if he wasn’t wearing a condom.
I went though this amazing orgasm, as he was cumming too. It felt really good, but I think I felt more than a twinge of disappointment that I wasn’t being filled with his hot juices. We slowed our movements and he was lying on me, a pleasant feeling, to be sure, his cock still inside me, but motionless, well, a shrinking process. He pulled out and took the condom with him. I took a deep breath and gently pushed his shoulder so he could lie on his back.
I sort of sat up, grabbed all the energy I had and slapped his hand away from his cock. I wanted to take the rubber off him. I slowly slid the condom up, but then though, “Fuck it!” I pulled the condom off, with a lot of its pearly contents remaining on his cock. I leaned down and took it into my mouth again. I savored the taste of his cum, it was delicious and it smelt just like he did. The only guy I’ve ever given a blow job to is Sean and while this wasn’t really a blow job, I loved licking and sucking this cock clean. After I did that, it was clean of all traces of cum, he pulled me up and kissed me, on the mouth, his tongue wiping inside my mouth, trying to collect his own cum maybe?
We lay in each other’s arms. This was the best fuck I’d had since last Sunday, Sean never fucks me in the week before a marathon. Seeing as he runs a marathon every twelve weeks, like clockwork, and tries to get a shorter 5,000 metres run the mid point, there are weeks we don’t fuck. I don’t mind really, I am his lover, but his passion is running. I love him, actually, he is such a nice guy but I was determined I wasn’t going to feel guilty about fucking someone else this weekend. Then I got it. I was in the middle week between periods. I was ovulating this week, for sure and if I hadn’t been on the Pill, I would likely be knocked up before Sunday. No wonder I was a bit horny.
I hadn’t had lunch today and I was really feeling hungry right then. Dylan asked me if I would like to stay for dinner. “That’ll be nice,” I replied and in moments, he had a meal on the stove and some soup in the microwave. I took my first real look around at his apartment and was surprised at the decor, the elegance of it. This was a lot better than my dump or Sean’s. I had just fucked on a king sized bed, I was sitting, with nothing but a pair of panties on, on a plush leather couch. In front of me was a 70″ TV, a lot of speakers attached to a really expensive looking set of players. How could he afford this? He wouldn’t be that well paid, I thought. I curbed my curiosity, for now, but appreciated the aroma emanating from the kitchen.
“Soup’s on,” he called. I went into the kitchen dining area and sat at a large wooden dining table already laid out for two. The table, the chairs, the cutlery, all screamed quality, even the table mats looked expensive. He must have been looking at my amazement as he said, “All this is my mother’s. Her family has money, and I get to live here without having to pay rent.” He smiled, “Helps to pick the right parents.” The meal was delicious, the after dinner fucking, sumptuous. I love his dick, his tongue, his fingers, his smell, I was falling in love and I couldn’t help it. Eventually I made my way back to my dump, after giving him my cell number. I told him I was going to be busy tomorrow, but I wanted to see him Friday and over the weekend. He told me that he was looking forward to it.
What the fuck was I thinking? I love Sean! I know I do. We hadn’t been together long but I didn’t want to dump him in favor of Dylan. I knew myself well enough to know I wasn’t going to stop seeing Dylan either! How can I keep two guys apart without one discovering I had another lover and the other not knowing I hadn’t dumped the boyfriend I had when we met? I’ve got four days to think about it. Sean is due back Sunday night and is going to expect a decent fuck.
Sean dropped in the next night and ate my pussy, used my vibrator on me with all his usual skill, making me cum twice but, as usual, didn’t fuck me.
On Friday evening, I went to Dylan’s place and intended to stay until Sunday afternoon. I was welcomed with a hug and a very sexy, lingering, deeply passionate kiss full of promise. I dragged him off to the bedroom and blew him. No condom, just sucked the living sperm right out of him, swallowed every bit of it. Loved it. I then told him this was the first of three things I wanted from him that weekend. The second was I wanted him to make me cum with his fingers, his tongue and his dick. The third is I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. By midnight on Friday, I had two of the three things I wanted him to do for me done. He was fucking brilliant.
Apart from fucking, we didn’t do that much on the Saturday, during the day. He had me lie face down on the bed and spread my legs as far as I could, I thought he was going to fuck my ass. He didn’t, he fingered me first then lay on top of my back and fucked me. It was unusual, hadn’t done that before, but he liked it and I didn’t mind his dick in me from that angle at all. I convinced him I was DDF, and he was such a health nut, I doubt he’d even had so much as a cold. I found the only drugs he had in the place, apart from vitamin supplements and protein powder, was some Tylenol in the bathroom cabinet. I don’t do anything else myself, just never been interested, Sean’s the same, but it was nice to see we weren’t alone.
Early Saturday evening, I used the micro-enema I had with me and Dylan helped me wash up after I cleaned my ass out. Well, okay, he washed my ass, then dried it, then licked my butt hole to make sure it was clean, while having two fingers in me and a thumb pressing my clit. Eventually, we got onto the bed and Dylan pulled out a butt plug from the bedside cupboard. I blinked and he told me that he didn’t mind a bit of anal play either. He had the butt plug and a small dildo that he would like me to use on him later, if I didn’t mind. Why would I mind? He began lathering my ass with K-Y jelly, inserting his finger as he did. I relaxed and it slid in easily. He pulled out then eased the butt plug in. It was shaped like a Xmas tree, a blunt point, widening out along its length, then rounded to a narrower section that spread again to the base. The narrower section seemed a bit thicker than the normal butt plug, so I asked. It was one he had made, the stand was a little larger but the narrow section was the same thickness as his erect cock he said as he inserted it. It felt delicious as it slid slowly into me.
How? Seems the guy who made it is very clever with his hands, but that was all Dylan said. I did wonder how the guy knew how thick it needed to be, but Dylan smiled and said nothing, asking me how it was feeling. I was certainly full, I told him, but he was going to have to eat me now. He did and I must have cum in record time. After I recovered, Dylan had me roll onto my hands and knees and he positioned himself behind me. I felt him extract the plug and then his dick prodded my hole. I relaxed easily and felt the knob of his dick slide into my ass. I love that feeling and then I realized what the solution to my problems would have to be. Risky, sure, but if I can make it work, all my problems would be solved.
Dylan was gentle as he fucked my ass, so I urged him to be a little more ruthless. “Fuck me, fuck me hard with that really big dick!” He increased pace and thrusted harder and harder. I felt his rod sliding on the jelly, in and out of me. I was in fucking heaven! That felt so fucking nice, I didn’t want it to stop too soon – and it didn’t. I had taken enough cum from out of Dylan’s balls that he wasn’t in any rush to produce a lot more anytime soon. Dylan had his hands on my hips, pulling me onto him as he thrust into me. I could feel his forest of pubic hair tickling my ass as he squashed my cheeks. In time though, his actions got more urgent, his breathing more explosively ragged his moans, like mine, increasingly louder and more rapid.
I like to think I felt his cock swell in preparation to cumming but I am not sure of it, never have been with a cock up my ass. Dylan is only the third guy to do that to me. The first guy was a fucking loser, I didn’t see the asshole underneath the cardboard cutout of a human exterior until later. Sean and now Dylan, are the only other two to fuck my ass, and both of them are really good at it. Sean is because he had practiced some anal with his ex- before I met him, but I didn’t know where Dylan learnt.
We spent that night together. He talked me through using the dildo on his ass and I felt I had so much power, giving him pleasure like that. After that it was sleeping, waking and sex, sleeping, then waking to my pussy being fingered, fucking again, only this time, I did feel his juice flow into me as I cum. Wow! What a night! My pussy was full of Dylan’s cum! I was loving it, and him. I didn’t want to leave the next day, but I had to. We showered together the next morning and being eaten out in the shower is messy, but fun and a cum lunch is pretty tasty, that is, a sandwich that was accidentally covered in his cum was nice to eat still. (I have no idea how that happened. If it was planned it would not have worked. I was playing with his dick at the table, just after sitting down for lunch, then it got serious as I stroked him. He shot a stream up and over the table and it landed on his sandwich. I had to swap it with mine, then. Yummy!) The time came when I had to go. I left, promising him I would be back.
Sean arrived straight from the airport and after a brief dinner, we hit the sack, hard. I sucked his dick, he fucked me, we sixty-nined. We caught up on the last week of missing out on sex. It was fantastic, as it always was with him. Even if he had run a marathon the day before, he was still energetic enough to fuck me and fill me with his big dick and lots of cum. He left for his own apartment later, he had to work the next day, as did I, he never stayed on Sundays. Monday we had arranged for me to go to his place and I went, dined, well we ate anyway. I sat on this cheap sofa, with a cheap TV and no cable. We gotta do better than this I thought. Fuck, Dylan has spoiled me.
I was fondling Sean’s dick, then got it out, giving it a gentle rub. I knew he wouldn’t really be up to it, marathon on Saturday, unbelievably good fuck last night so he’s a bit worn today. I don’t know how he does it on Sundays, but he had done so since the first marathon he ran in after we started fucking. I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth, hard or not, it is still flavorsome, I love it in my mouth. I gently sucked him and then lifted off. “Have you ever thought about another girl?” I asked, then went back to sucking him. His body language was telling me he was surprised at the question, but replied, “No.” I lifted off and continued to stroke him. “Well, there has to be some beautiful women runners.” I went back to sucking him.
“There are, but none as beautiful as you!” Ha! I thought. I lifted off him and said, “You want to fuck one of them?” I went back to sucking. “You can’t expect me to answer that while my dick is in your mouth!” I lifted off and laughed, went back to sucking him for a bit, then lifted off, “No what I meant was a threesome, you me and another woman.” I took him in again, slowly lapping his cock. He didn’t say anything. Lifting off I said, “Well I have,” and I went back to sucking him. “What? Wait!” he grabbed my head and lifted me off. “You mean you’ve thought about a threesome?” he asked “When did you think of this?” “Thursday night, after you left. I had the thought I would love to have a warm body to wake up to the morning after such a wonderful orgasm.” He was mulling this over when I said, “You really do it for me, you know.” “You asking me to move in?” He asked. “Mmm, well I’m not averse to the notion,” I said, “But in my thought it was you running and me have another body to play with.” “You mean another woman?” “In your version of the question, yeah. But if I was to do a woman, would you do it with another guy?” “Seriously? I don’t know! But what brought this on?”
I wasn’t going to tell him about Dylan, not yet, if ever, I wanted us to fuck first, see what sort of reaction I got. “I don’t know, but I want a DP. The only way I can do that is to have two guys, you have to be one though.” “Honestly, yes, there is a woman on the circuit who is a lot like you. No we’ve never got together, she’s married but I don’t have sex before a race, you know that,” I nodded, “And I am seriously fucked afterwards. So no, never gonna happen.” “I know that Sean, I love that about you, you can come and give me a wonderful orgasm the night after a race. You couldn’t do that if you were fucking that night after a race.” I hesitated, just for the right amount, a count of four heartbeats, then, “I love you, Sean, but would that exclude me from getting a DP?” I leaned over and took his cock back into my mouth. “Ooohh fuck, a DP?” I lifted off again, “Yep, one in the mouth, one in my pussy, or one in my pussy and the other up my ass.” I went back down on him, his cock seemed to grow a little with that one. I sucked for a little while, lifted off and said, “Two cocks in my mouth at the same time.” I went back to sucking him. “Yes, I would love to watch you with a woman.” Lifting off, “Eat your cream pie?” Sucking again. “Ooohh yeah, two mouths, yeah!” Lifting off, “Two cocks!” Sucking again and he pumped my mouth, I grabbed his balls, gently squeezed and twisted them a little. I felt his ball sack contract and his cock pulse as he shot a load right into my mouth. I swallowed it all, then licked his cock clean.
I sat up and looked at his dreamy expression. “I gotta go pee.” I said, heading off to the bathroom. I did what I needed, thought ‘Fuck it’, took my panties off, washed and dried my nether regions, feeling my juices starting to ooze again, rinsed my mouth with water and Listerine. I went back and Sean was on the sofa, nodding off. I ordered him to bed, and kissed him goodnight. I told him he was out of it now, but I must admit, he performed above and beyond. A marathon, a decent fuck last night and a mouthful of cum tonight, all in three days, I do love him so. I left him in bed, locking the door behind me. I went out the building, got into my car, reached for my phone and called Dylan.
Half hour later I was naked, in bed, with Dylan pounding my pelvis. I love his cock going in and out, the feel of his body against mine, his breath blowing all over me, his arms holding me, his hands gripping me, my legs around his ass. This has just got to work, I thought, otherwise I’m going to be a miserable old cow! I felt my cum gush out of me and his release of semen into me. I wanted it, I thought and as soon as I could, I dived onto his cock, licking it clean, sucking the last of his semen out of the tip.
After a rest, I told him I love his cock, his body, his aroma and I don’t want to let it go. He asked me to move in with him. Then I told him that I couldn’t, that I had to be sure. WTF does that mean, his body language asked, but he said, “Can’t leave the boyfriend?” “We’ve known each other for only a few months and this is the third time we’ve gotten together. I feel there is a lot more here than there should be at this point. I really am falling in love with you.” “Then what’s the problem? I feel the same way, and it’s great. Why can’t you move in?” I was fucked every which way now. “I can’t leave Sean, you’re right. I love him.” He shook his head and I thought I was on my way out the door. “I love you too. Can I love two men at the same time?” “Sorry, this doesn’t make sense, how can you love two men?” “What? Why doesn’t it make sense? Why can’t a woman love two men? Or is it only men that can have more then one wife? Women can’t have two husbands?”
Dylan stopped for a moment, “I don’t suppose there is any reason she couldn’t but- but-.” “But me no buts,” I said, “Or rather, fuck me in the butt. I want to have both of you in my life, but I can’t pretend that the other doesn’t exist. I can’t give up either of you, I don’t want to give you up. I would come and live with you tomorrow, but only if I can bring Sean along.” Final roll of the dice. “Three of us?” “Yes.” Won’t work.” Well it won’t if you’re not even going to give it a try.” “You’re talking about two different guys, one woman between them. We don’t live on a deserted island.” “That’s the point. No you’re not two different guys, you’re both halves of the same coin. You could be twins. You don’t have a long lost twin do you?” “Yeah, I do.”
“What? You do?” That shocked me. “No, of course I don’t,” he said shaking his head, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist the temptation.” There was that same little sparkle in his eye that Sean has when he plays that little mess with my head game. “Oh you! See, just like Sean! That’s exactly what he does.” “Well maybe he isn’t all bad then.” I wasn’t sure where this was going but I was still in bed with him, he hadn’t tossed me out yet. “Bring him over on Saturday night, see where it can go.” “What?” I wasn’t sure what I just heard. “I said, bring him over, Saturday night. Dinner and fucking. If I like him maybe we can move forward. Don’t ever forget though, my ego is fragile, I am male after all. In the meantime, you can suck my dick.” My eyes widened at that last comment, “Yes, now, please.” I hadn’t noticed, his cock was actually hard. When did that happen? I laughed and swooped on it. I took it into my mouth and proceeded to suck him. “I would really like to meet this guy, and maybe suck and fuck him.” I didn’t say anything, just kept sucking.
I stayed the night, went to work the next day with a smile. I spent the better part of Tuesday telling Sean we were going to dinner on Saturday and anything could happen. Went to Dylan’s Wednesday, with a change of clothes. Thursday, Sean was uncertain, so I lovingly told him it was going to be okay. He is particularly receptive when I’m sucking his cock. It’s not a chore, by the way, it’s a tasty and pleasurable way to entertain him. He warmed to it.
Finally, Saturday came and at the right time, we were ringing on Dylan’s doorbell. He opened the door and invited us in. Right from the start, it was Dylan who took the initiative, and he actually seemed to be quite attracted to Sean. Within a few minutes of us arriving, Dylan nodded when Sean wasn’t watching, it was on. I can’t really remember the meal, I do remember the feeling in my stomach, the tingling of my toes, my nipples getting harder and I’m sure my pussy was going to squelch when I moved. I could feel the sexual tension in the room, could smell the testosterone and both men were responding to it. I got them sitting on the lounge, alongside each other. I turned my phone on and opened a music file I had already prepared and began to strip. I hadn’t said anything about doing this, I had no real plan, I just did it. I stripped slowly, watching them.
As each garment came off, I told them something about what I wanted. My jacket was I want to look at their hard, long cocks. My shoes was I wanted to stroke their cocks. My blouse was I wanted their cocks on my tits. My skirt was I want their cocks in my mouth. My pantyhose was I wanted a dick in at each end. I faced away from them and undid the clasps of my bra. I held it in place, like I’d seen strippers doing before, turning to face them. “I want these to be covered in pearly white cum!” and dropped the bra. They had seen my boobs often but it didn’t stop them from taking a deep breath. I turned away, then in one motion, dropped my thong, straight legged, bent over double, exposing my swollen pussy to them. From between my legs I said, “Two holes, two cocks. Both inside me.” They looked funny, them being upside down, I twirled about, standing up and danced around the sofa, reaching over their shoulders to grab their tools. Both were erect, that has to be a good sign.
“Dylan,” I whispered, loud enough for Sean to hear me, “Can you please suck on Sean’s cock while I suck you?” Sean jumped a little but didn’t object.
Dylan leaned over and replaced my hand with his own, caressed Sean’s cock. He opened Sean’s pants with a practiced flair, and had Sean’s dick in his hand, stroking it. “Oh my,” Dylan said, his voice huskier than normal, “That’s a good looking tool. Does it taste as good as it looks?” He leaned down and began sucking Sean, his head bobbing up and down at a good pace. I was amazed though, he was getting a lot of it in. True to my word, I got between Dylan’s legs and pulled his cock out, to start sucking.
I all starts to blur from there, Sean said he wanted to suck on Dylan, but he had never done anything like this before. We helped him, and it was okay, not great for Dylan, but okay. We poked and prodded each other, I had fingers in my pussy and up my ass, tongues on both of them but then we got into the main event. “One of you, fuck me!” I demanded at one point and in a seemingly well rehearsed motion, Dylan had his cock in my pussy and Sean poked the back of my throat. It was such a turn on. We swapped, and Dylan’s me covered cock slid down my throat and Sean’s saliva moistened dick was in my pussy. It was so smooth, you’d think we’d done this before.
Sean was stoking my clit as he pumped his cock in and out and it wasn’t long before I came for the first time that night. It wasn’t a strong cum, but it was an orgasm for sure. They were both getting tired by now, so I took Dylan’s cock out of my mouth and told them they had to cum on my face and tits. I got on my knees in front of them, sucked one, stroked the other, then swapped between them. This is hard work, I found out, not easy to keep the timing right. Their moans and body actions told me I wasn’t going to get what I wanted quickly so I told them to finish themselves. They did. I hadn’t known just how sexy that was going to be, so I joined them, spreading my knees and rubbing myself. I could tell, Sean was going to cum first, he likes to be first in everything, I suspect. He moaned loudly saying “Cumming babe, cumming, cumming! NOW!” A hot stream of semen leapt from the end of his dick and hit me across the nose and one cheek, a second string hit my upper chest and he moved a little closer to pour a third over my tits. “Fuck! FUCK!” Dylan cried, “That is so fucking hot! ME too! NOW!” and a stream of his semen flew over my forehead into my hair, then a second layered over Sean’s, and a third all over my tits. They both had a few more dribbles that were landing on my tits.
That was so fucking hot! I wiped their combined juices into my mouth as best I could and swirled them, mixing them even more. I made a bit of a show swallowing it all and they were so absorbed, they were still flying half mast. I took their tools in hand and gently caressed them. I kissed one, then the other, then took the knob of one in my mouth and drew the last strands of cum from it. I did the same to the other and they were obviously loving it. I rubbed the juice on my tits into the skin and then wiped my hands over my pussy. I put this slut show on for my men and they were going to be mine.
Fortunately, the carpet in the lounge wasn’t shag pile. I did say it was going to require some attention with all my juices and bits of cum that had leaked on it. Dylan just got up, went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of soda water and grabbed the paper towels. He poured a little over the damp spot and blotted some wadded paper on it. In seconds you couldn’t see it at all. Have to remember that one. He went and got some towels for us to sit on and robes. How did he have so much of this on hand I wondered.
For the next hour we swapped stories, and I found his mother has a lot of money, his father died in a plane crash, mother remarried and lives on the East coast. He grew up with privilege, but wasn’t interested in it. That was why he became an exercise physiologist. Sean was an athlete, scholarship to college, sponsored by his company at events and is on track to make the next Olympic team. Wow, I knew he was good, but I didn’t know he was that good. Me, I’m just an advertising secretary who does a bit of graphic design and product photography, you know, for catalogs. I don’t have money, I only go to the gym because of a car accident, I’m nobody. I like to think I am beautiful and a good fuck, and that’s about it.
We drank a little wine and talked, all while sitting naked around the coffee table. Totally un-self-consciously, becoming more relaxed in each other’s company as time went on. Conversation took a more sexual turn when Sean asked Dylan about his experience with guys. Dylan was bi-, had known he was bi- forever. He likes women, no doubt of that, and really enjoys the company of men. Not many men, only a few, but they were always picked with great care. They were people who were good men, some gay, some bi-, even one married. He said he wasn’t that fussy, well okay he was really fussy about his men. Sean had never had a male lover before, he’d found the idea intriguing as a teenager but never followed it through.
The more time they were together, the more relaxed they became, the laughter easier. They talked and they found they had so much in common, so many interests the same. They were really like brothers, there had to be a family connection in their backgrounds somewhere, I’m sure. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, making preparations for the main event. I washed myself and made ready then went back to an empty lounge. They had retired to the bedroom and from the noises I heard emanating from there, Sean was learning how to suck dick. The gentle encouragement of Dylan, his sighs and moans, the slurps of a cock being sucked. Looking in, Dylan was on his back, his legs spread, Sean between his knees his head bobbing up and down on Dylan’s cock.
“I promised I wouldn’t cum in his mouth, but save that for your ass,” Dylan said between gasps, “Watch him, he really is trying.” I got on the bed and reached around Sean’s ass, tickling his balls. There was something really sexy about watching my guys having sex. “Come and sit on my face,” Dylan called. How could I resist. I went to straddle him and he said, “Other way, watch him.” My asshole was going to be right on his nose, fuck me! I did as told and straddled his head, watching Sean sucking Dylan. Dylan’s tongue assaulted my clit with a will. He was really intent on giving me pleasure as his tongue snaked around the swollen lips of my pussy. What really got me going was his use of his nose to prod around my asshole, not all the time, but when he was in the right position, he lifted his nose poking me. That was really erotic. Sean was tiring now, I could see his action becoming raggedy, I lifted off Dylan and made sure that Sean could see we could share Dylan’s cock. I think he was grateful for the relief. It wasn’t long before Dylan was telling us to stop.
We swapped, with Sean on his back, then Dylan and I both shared Sean’s cock. We kept this up for a while then Dylan let us know he was getting close. It was time now, I knew it. I had Sean relax for a few moments and gently told him he was going to be on the bottom, I was going to face him, his cock in my pussy. Dylan was going to position himself behind me and fuck my ass. Sean nodded so I straddled him, his supercharged dick sliding into me without any fuss. I lay on Sean, kissing him and holding his face up so I could look into his eyes while I had two cocks in me.
Dylan used plenty of lube, inserting some inside my ass. He knelt behind me and I felt his knob sliding up, getting some lube on it, the pushing against my ass. I relaxed the sphincter muscles and he engaged the hole and I could feel him going in me. Fuck! This was unbelievable! I had two cocks in me! There was not a lot of tissue between the two cocks and I felt for sure that they could feel each other. They started pumping me, Dylan the more rigorous, after all, he was in the better position, he was really setting the pace and I was loving it. I was lost in the ecstasy of pleasure they were bringing me. I groaned my growing excitement, my clit was being crushed on Sean’s pelvis by Dylan’s pumping of my ass, and that really felt good. It was springing back into shape by the fluids that occupied it as they rushed in, then squeezed out again, only to rush in again as pressure came off.
I felt the oncoming surge of an immense orgasm building. Wave after wave of pleasure began sweeping out from my core, overwhelming my body, swamping my brain with Oxytocin and endorphins. My pussy grabbed hold of Sean’s dick, demanding he cum and cum he did and moments later, Dylan, feeling the pulse of Sean’s cock released his fluids into me. No, I wasn’t demanding they use condoms. I love them both, why would I not want the natural feeling of their cum shooting into me, filling me up? Both are fussy and careful, but faced with a slut like me, they didn’t stand a chance.
Dylan fell off me, lying to one side of Sean. After a few minutes, I got Sean to move and nestled down between them. I kissed Sean and told him I love him. I pulled Dylan a little closer, kissed him and told him I love him. I told them both I didn’t want to lose either of them, that I wanted to be like this forever. Dylan lifted over me and squashing me a bit actually kissed Sean. “I would like that too,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around their necks and urged them downwards, “Suck on my tits, two tits, so one each.” They suckled for a few moments and Dylan went down further. He started licking my pussy, cleaning me up, drawing as much of Sean’s cum off it he could get. He worked his way up again, stopping to give Sean’s dick a good swipe with his tongue, then came back to suckling on me. He stopped and said to Sean, “That was really nice, very tasty. I’m just going to have to give you the full treatment now and suck you dry.” “Oh, when do you think?” Sean asked. “Next weekend be okay for you?” “Yes, but I’m cooking.” “You guys making a date?” I asked. “You’re welcome to join us if you like, babe,” Sean said. “Of course,” repeated Dylan, “How about a fourth? I know this lovely lady that would be really keen on meeting you both.” “Oh, really?” “That would be nice,” Sean answered, “I’m sure we would like to meet her too.”
Both my lower cavities were full of cum, and for some strange reason, I had the immediate thought, I really could use a mouthful of cum too. Fuck, does this mean I have another problem?
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