T28 Only a Fantasy {Titmouse} (FMMM, oral, anal)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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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.
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End of 'Only a Fantasy' by Titmouse.
Story 28
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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