8 comments/ 13205 views/ 3 favorites Three Magi By: DDDDave ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) All characters are 18 or over. * When he responded to the door bell he couldn't believe his eyes. On his door step were three of the most lovely young women he had ever see. As if fulfilling an unknown fantasy there was a blonde, a brunette and a red head! Each lovelier than the next one. And for some reason they looked familiar. He knew he had never met them but still, there was something about each of them... had he seen them before? In a dream? That made no sense! "Um, can I help you?" he asked. "Well, we hope so," bubbled the blonde. She was a prototypical California blonde. And how she had landed in the Mid-West was a mystery. "You see, my name is Victoria, Victoria Bedfast. You can call me Vicky if you like. But not Tori! I hate that name." She frowned, but in a cute way. He wanted to assure her that he would never call her anything she didn't like. He wouldn't want to upset her or either of the other girls she was with. Her tousled hair was golden blonde and had a just-got-out-of-bed look only an expert hair stylist could achieve while her corn flower blue eyes would capture the attention of any man who glanced at her. But her long legs, taut butt, and svelte waist show cased by a pair of short shorts were completely overwhelmed by the largest breasts he had ever seen contained within a tight, belly button revealing, crop top. The largest breasts he had ever seen that is until the brunette spoke and got his attention. My God! he thought to himself, she's almost all TIT! The V-necked sweater she wore was being stretched to the limit by an absolutely immense pair of knockers which had to be contained by some sort of miracle fabric bra. Lace and satin just wouldn't be strong enough, he imagined. Shorter than the other two, her hair seemed to absorb light. Almost black, it set off her Mediterranean dusky skin wonderfully. And her dark eyes were fittingly lovely. She was gazing at him with interest. She may have dirigibles for breasts, he realized but she was no dummy! "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" he asked, realizing he had been lost in his examination of this amazing young woman while she was addressing him. "I SAID," she emphasized, "that we three met each other at our college's Feminist Studies Dept. mixer last month. And we got to talking. My name is Maria Bustatelli. Why don't you invite us in so we can explain why we have gone to the trouble to find you?" She didn't seem upset that he had been staring at her breasts while she spoke. They had looked him up? His curiosity bone was quivering! Well that was one bone that was quivering! "Please, yes, do come in," he gestured to them to enter. Filing past him his eyes were treated to the sight of an extremely athletic butt in short shorts, followed by a somewhat more fulsome ass tightly encased by a pair of jeans and, finally, a pert butt that twitched back and forth under a knee length skirt which was neither tight nor loose. The blonde and brunette sat on the couch while the redhead chose an easy chair, leaving him to perch on the ottoman. The red head's skirt rose up as she sat to reveal several inches of thigh. Her legs were truly amazing. Her gaze met his as he looked up from her legs. She showed no sign of disapproval while he ran his eyes over her magnificent rack. she seemed to expect it. Stress lines emanated from each button hole, as her bosom tried to thrust it's way out from behind her blouse. Her jade green eyes seemed slightly amused, her cupid bow lips just parted below an aquiline nose and high cheek bones. No doubt in his mind. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in person! She didn't have the gigantically over sized rack that Maria had. And VIcky was also probably more heavily endowed than she was, but she was really stacked and even if she had been flat chested she was a real stunner! "The reason we have come to visit you, Mr. Shaft, may I call you Lance?" the redhead didn't pause for his response. "The reason we have called upon you Lance is to hopefully prove or disprove an idea that we have been struggling with for the last several weeks." "Well, I'll help if I can, I suppose. And who are you, again?" Oh, I'm sorry, I am Lydia Cramful. You know my older sister. Lucille?" "And mine," interjected Vicky. "You dated her, her name is Suzette. Suzette Bedfast." "And I suppose I also dated your sister, Maria?" "In fact you did. Isabella used to talk about you all the time. She's married now," she added as an after thought. "Wait, you mean the reason you've found me is because I dated your sisters? Look, they were terrific girls but things didn't work out between us, I certainly didn't mistreat any of them!" He realized he was babbling while his imagination was running wild. If these were three crazies he needed to get them out of his house NOW! "Oh, no!" Vicky interjected. "It's not that at all! In fact, each of our sisters had nothing but really nice things to say about you!" "Yes, very, very nice things," repeated Lydia. "Well, that's nice," he started to relax again. "So, how can I help?" "As Lydia said, we are exploring a theory we heard about on the internet." Maria picked up the story. "There is a theory that each younger sibling is more attractive than the preceding, older one. We three seem to confirm that idea." "I think I've read about that somewhere" Lance allowed. "Sure," stated Vicky. "So like Maria said, we seem to fit that idea. Take my sister, Suzy. She is really pretty." Lance's memory confirmed that. "But she was only a C-cup. And I'm a full Double F!" The pride with which she spoke and her proud glance down emphasized her point. "While my sister, Lucille carries a set of Double D's I'm blessed by needing an H-cup!" Lydia took care to arch her back, allowing Lance to gaze to his heart's content. He could see now that Lydia was, indeed, larger in the chest than VIcky. How had he not seen that from the start? It was the way Vicky dressed, he decided. She liked to emphasize her bounty while Lydia didn't go out of her way to show off. "And my sister, Isabella, well, she was really built!" exclaimed Maria. "Her Double G's were the talk of the neighborhood until I turned fifteen. By then I was wearing a bra two sizes larger than her! And now? Well," she pushed her hands and arms under her mammoth sweater encased melons and strained to lift them slightly. "well, now I'm wearing a custom made bra that would be about the equivalent of a Quadruple M I suppose!" She licked her lips while watching his reaction. "Um," gulp, "so, what, ah, what is this to do with me?" He hoped like hell he knew!

"Well, as we said, our sisters dated you at one time. And they all said that you were really, um," Vicky seemed to stumble for a moment. "Hung!" Lydia finished for her friend. "They all said you were really hung!" Her voice was steady and her eyes were locked on his groin. "Yeah," breathed Maria. "My sister said you were, I mean, you had the biggest dick she'd ever seen!" Again, her tongue licked her lips, first the upper lip, then the lower. "Ten inches long!" Vicky rejoined the conversation. "Steel hard!" added Lydia. Lance's heart skipped a beat. It was all true! "With the stamina of a race horse!" Maria was breathing hard as she finished. So was Lance! "So we were wondering," Lydia asked, "do you have a YOUNGER brother?" End. Three Make a Splash Mary and I have been married for over 30 years now, but we married young and occasionally that has made us feel we might have missed out a bit. From quite an early stage in our marriage we took to allowing ourselves a little freedom now and again. Occasionally, this has meant one of us having sex with somebody else, and very occasionally a threesome or foursome. By "very occasionally" I mean about every two or three years. These adventures don't threaten our marriage, but they do give us some exciting memories which most people who married later probably have anyway. As a general rule we avoid having these adventures with people we know. We've always been afraid that it might lead to embarrassment, either at the time or when we met them again later. But there have been a few exceptions, and many years ago our weekend with Jonathan was one. I had known him since we had been at college together nearly 10 years before. Mary and I had no children back then, and sometimes we were able to take off for a touring holiday. On one of these occasions we had arranged to stay over with Jonathan on our way out from home, and again on our way back. Jonathan had broken up with a girlfriend a few months before, and we knew that he had taken it badly. He had found that she had been playing around with someone else, and then found that she seemed to have made a habit of this with previous boyfriends too. It was a pretty disillusioning experience, and he had been feeling down for some time. He hadn't had the heart to go out looking for anyone else, so he was on his own. He had a good job, and his own house, and generally lived pretty well. Mary had known him for almost as long as I had, but although she liked him there had never been any suggestion of anything else. He certainly liked her, and like most men who met her probably lusted after her somewhat. She has always had a good figure, and dresses to show it off in a tasteful kind of way. On this occasion we arrived at Jonathan's place in the early evening and the three of us went out for a meal. We had a few drinks, and had fun catching up. When we got back to Jonathan's house he put us in the guest room, which was on the third storey. It had an ensuite bathroom with a shower, although we didn't make much use of it before falling into bed, tired and slightly boozy. In the morning, Mary was first out of bed and was soon in the ensuite, monopolising the shower. Jonathan had said that there was a second bathroom on the middle floor, and if one of us wanted to use that it would be fine so long as he wasn't in there himself. We had heard him get up earlier and assumed that he had gone down to the kitchen. I decided to leave Mary to it and, throwing a light dressing gown on, I nipped downstairs to use the other bathroom. Unfortunately, I caught Jonathan completely unawares. He was standing naked in front of the wash basin and as I open the door he turned with a start. From the sideways view that I had I could see that he had a considerable erection in his hand, and had clearly been masturbating. Worse, from his point of view, he had reached the climactic moment just as I threw the door open. Unable to stop himself, he began shooting sperm across the bathroom uncontrollably. The bath was next to the wash basin, and his cum fountained across the gap, hitting the tiles on the other side and dribbling down the wall. I was impressed: the poor man was intensely embarrassed and turned bright red, but he had a hell of a powerful ejaculation. "Rant," he said, "I'm so sorry. I should have locked the door. I told you could come in here. I'm really sorry you caught me like this." I have to say I actually thought it was quite funny, but another thought was also coming unbidden into my mind. He grabbed a towel and tried to disguise the erection, which was a bit futile with his sperm still dripping down the wall about three feet away. "It's okay, Jonathan," I said. "We've all done it. Don't worry about it." "No, but what if it had been Mary?" I laughed. "She'd probably have enjoyed it! It's a bit of a turn-on of hers, watching a man cum." "Even so." I assured him it was fine with me, and I went back upstairs to find Mary coming out of the ensuite. I just told her that Jonathan had been in the downstairs bathroom so I would follow her through and meet them for breakfast. But that unbidden thought returned. The fact was that Mary had told me how much she enjoyed feeling a very powerful ejaculation inside her. I had never given much thought to it before then, but assumed that women didn't really feel it. Mary had assured me that this was not true, at least for her. She could feel the splash of sperm deep inside her, and it added to her excitement, particularly if she was just being launched on an orgasm herself. We all had breakfast, and Mary announced that she wanted to pop down the road to a shop she had noticed there. She would only be a few minutes. Jonathan and I cleared the breakfast things, talking as we went. He apologised again for the incident in the bathroom, and something prompted me to tell him of my unbidden thought. "You know, mate, I was really impressed with your power-ejaculation across the bathroom. Lost in admiration. I couldn't help thinking that it's one of the things Mary really enjoys during sex. She would really love to experience that." "Mary? Listen, Rant, Mary is your wife. You know I'd never make a move on a friend's wife." "I'm sure you wouldn't. That is, not unless we both agreed with the idea." His face lit up. Suddenly he didn't seem so embarrassed anymore. "Agreed? What exactly are you saying here?" So I had to explain a little about the philosophy of marriage that Mary and I share. Jonathan was certainly very taken aback, and said he would never have dreamed that we would get up to "that sort of thing". However, he didn't sound as if he disapproved. In fact, if he thought there was any chance of getting Mary's panties off I was damn sure he wouldn't. Within a couple of minutes, he was telling me that he'd never had a threesome before, but it had always been a fantasy of his. Him and millions of others! "Listen," I said, "it's Saturday today. We're supposed to be spending next Friday night here on our way back home. Why don't you let me broach the subject gently with Mary and see how she feels? I'll phone you in a couple of days and let you know how things look." At that point we heard Mary at the door. We shook hands silently, and pretended to be busy with the washing up. Mary and I left about an hour later, and headed for the coast, and ultimately the B&B that we were staying at that night. * * * There was no time to raise the subject with Mary before that evening. The B&B didn't do dinners, but we found a pub in the village and got a pleasant meal. After we got back we were both pretty tired and pretty much ready for bed. Mary made a cup of tea in the room and we chatted for a bit. I decided now might be the time. "Jonathan's a nice bloke, isn't he?" I said casually. "Yes he is. I've always liked him. It's a pity he's on his own really. I think that last relationship was a bit bruising." "Well," I said, "I certainly know he's feeling lonely!" Naturally, Mary wanted to know what I meant by that, so I told her the story about bursting in on him in the bathroom. "Oh, the poor man," she said. "He must have been mortified." "He was. Mind you, by any standards he made a bit of a splash. It must have travelled three or four feet. I was quite envious." Mary chuckled. "You've nothing to be envious about," she said. "Perhaps not. I couldn't help thinking that you would probably have enjoyed it, though. You've always said you like a good strong one." She grew little thoughtful. "Yes I do. It's a little bit of an extra turn-on, especially at the crucial moment." There was a minute or two of very loud silence. I left it to Mary to speak next. "Did you mean anything in particular by that?" "By what?" "Come on, Rant, you didn't tell me all this for nothing. I know you too well. You were wondering about a little adventure, weren't you?" Now it was my turn to be embarrassed, and I probably blushed as red as Jonathan had that morning. I should have known she would see through my "casual" conversation. "Well, just wondering. You know my attitude to these things. It's entirely up to you. You have to be in charge. But if you wanted a little three-way adventure I'm sure Jonathan would be up for it." "We don't usually do it with people we know. But then, he doesn't exactly live on the doorstep, so if there was any embarrassment there would be plenty of time for it to wear off before we saw each other again." At this point I knew it was going to happen. When Mary starts discussing possible objections, and then explaining for herself why they don't matter, she's already decided. At such times my best policy is to stay quiet and let her talk herself into it. I did contribute one thing, though. "We always use condoms with anyone else, but we can hardly do that if part of the point of this is for you to appreciate Jonathan's star performance properly." "That's true. Well, I'll leave that up to you. You're going to have to talk to him on the phone tomorrow, aren't you? You can ask him to make sure he's checked out thoroughly." "You mean you've decided?" "Well, why not? He's a really nice guy, and he probably needs a bloody good shag. I think we should make sure he gets one, don't you?" * * * We were sightseeing next morning, but at lunchtime I gave Jonathan a call. "This you know that idea we discussed, about a little joint enterprise between the three of us?" "Of course. Did you talk to Mary about it?" "Certainly did. She is as interested as I am. There's just one thing: when we have these little adventures of ours we always use condoms. These days you can't afford not to." "That's fine, mate. No problem with me." "No, but there is. If you think about it, the point about these threesomes is to give Mary the time of her life. In this case, one of the treats I wanted to give her was your power-ejaculation. Not much point in that if we're wearing condoms. She won't feel a thing." "I don't think you've anything to worry about, mate. The fact is that after Delia left me, and I found out what had been going on, I had a full AIDS test. I was clear of anything. Unfortunately, I haven't been in a position to catch anything since. I can assure you that I am as safe as houses." "Right. Sounds good to me. We'll see you on Friday." "Yes, but just before you go, Rant..." "What?" "Well, is there anything I should know? I mean, is there anything she really likes, or doesn't like? I wouldn't want to spoil it because I did the wrong thing." I laughed. "You always were a gentleman, Jonathan. You were far too good for that bloody Delia. Mary likes most things, to be honest. She likes her men to be clean, clean-shaven, and considerate. I think a shave and a shower are essential before we get up to anything. Apart from that, she loves oral sex, and she likes to take everything gently and slowly. Teasingly slowly, sometimes. I'm quite sure you have the right attitude, so you should just be yourself and not worry about it. Oh, and Jonathan?" "Yes, mate?" "Try to keep your hands to yourself. If you've been tossing off on Friday morning, or even Thursday night, it might take the edge of your performance." "You've got it. I wouldn't spoil this for anything. See you Friday." * * * Mary and I had a nice few days touring, but I know you don't want to hear about that! Suffice to say that by about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon we arrived at Jonathan's house again. When we went up to put our stuff in the guest room we found he had changed the bedding, put out flowers, and clearly given the bathroom a spring clean. Said he was a gentleman! We had arranged to get a Chinese meal delivered, and Jonathan had come up with a bottle of wine. We sat and talked about our tour and other trivialities, as if we were consciously avoiding the main topic of interest. Perhaps we were. We were all looking forward to the idea, but it's not always obvious how to start the ball rolling. Eventually, about 7:30, Mary got up and stretched herself (I saw Jonathan admiring her forward-thrusting breasts as she did this) and announced that she felt she needed a shower. "Give me about twenty minutes," she said. "Then you two can shave and shower, and after that, well, I'll be waiting to see who arrives first." "That's some woman," commented Jonathan as we heard her retreating footsteps up the stairs. * * * We gave her about fifteen minutes and then went upstairs. Jonathan went to his own bathroom, and I told him to come up as soon as he felt ready. I went on up to the guest suite, to find Mary clean, perfumed, and sweet smelling. Oh, and also stark naked and rubbing herself down with a large towel. I went to help her, but she shooed me away, telling me to go and get myself fit for a lady. I shaved and showered carefully, but about as quickly as I could. When I came back to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around me, Mary was sitting centrally on the divan bed, dressed now in a little baby doll nightdress and panties. Since we didn't normally wear anything in bed this really comes into the category of "playwear", not "nightwear"! There was a timid knock at the door. "Come in," said Mary, and Jonathan came in wearing a short dressing gown. He was very clean-shaven, and it was still damp. Mary patted the bed either side of her. "Why don't you fellows come and join me?" We didn't need to be asked twice. When we were beside her Mary lay back full length on the bed, and sighed. "Well," she said. "Here I am, clean and fresh and beautiful, and you two haven't even touched me yet. Why don't you start by examining this nightdress more closely?" It wasn't the nightdress so much, but the breasts underneath it. Mary has full breasts, and nipples that are quite large and stand up firmly when she is excited. Right now they were threatening to burst through the fabric! I laid a hand on her shoulder and gently ran it down over her body, detouring around her right breast and over her full nipple and then down to her waist. I let it run on down to her thigh and then back up. Jonathan was a little shy, but he soon got the hang of it. Mary shivered with pleasure, nipple stimulation being a great favourite with her. We carried on doing this for a little longer, and her breathing became faster and shallower. Then I slipped my hand under the nightdress and pulled it up far enough to enable me to caress her naked breast. "You too, Jonathan," she said. She took his hand in hers and guided it up under the baby doll top. He gently stroked her left breast, pausing to give the nipple particular attention. Then she suddenly sat up. "I feel overdressed," she said, and without a further word pulled the baby doll top up and over her head, throwing it aside onto the floor. Then she lay back, wearing only the panties, and the two of us, quite heated up by this time, began to kiss and suck her nipples. She positively wriggled with pleasure. "God, I feel so sexy. This is really delightful. Really lovely." At this point I trailed my tongue down over the waste of her panties and onto her thigh. I stroked her leg and licked her side, gradually working towards the crotch of her panties. Jonathan followed my lead, and as I came back up to give more attention to her nipples, he moved down and tongued her thigh. Then he leaned upon his right elbow and let his free hand wander up towards her crotch. He trailed his fingers very lightly over her vagina, and when she gasped with pleasure he trailed them back again. Then he got his courage up, and moving down off the end of the bed he leaned forward till his lips were on her panties. He gently nuzzled her through them while I continued to admire, stroke and lick her breasts. Mary was absolutely gasping by this time, and moaning in pleasure as Jonathan mouthed her gently through her panties. Then he got his courage up even more, and raising himself he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and began to slip them down. She closed her legs to make it easier for him. Then he suddenly stopped. "Is this okay?" he asked nervously. "Yes, yes," gasped Mary. "Go on, don't stop." He looked at me, and I nodded my agreement. So, he slipped Mary's panties right down and dropped them on the floor. She was now completely naked, sweating slightly, and desperate for some really good sex. Jonathan leaned forward again, and she parted her legs in anticipation. I looked over and saw that her labia were well parted also, and her vagina very wet. Jonathan must have found this an attractive sight, because he lowered his lips and covered it, the movement of his mouth suggesting that he was working his tongue in and out. I watched for a few moments. He backed off slightly, and I saw his tongue running up and down her labia and across her beautiful clit, which was now swollen and clearly visible. Mary could take very little more of this. Suddenly she tilted her head back. "Oh baby," she gasped to me. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" "That's lovely, baby," I said. "Go for it. You know I love to watch you cum. It's beautiful seeing you give yourself up to total pleasure." One of her other fetishes is talking dirty, and I love to oblige. Mary cried out, thrust her hips up, bounced up and down on the bed and as Jonathan continued to tongue her she thrust and cried out again and again. Then she begged him to stop, as she was getting too sensitive. "That was gorgeous," she said. "Now boys, I really think you two are more overdressed than I was." She sat up and pushed Jonathan's dressing gown from his shoulders. He let it slide down, disentangled his arms, and stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed while he threw it aside. He had a very creditable erection, a very straight thick cock with a drop of pre-cum glistening at the end of it. She then turned to me and pulled my towel away. I was in a very similar condition, also showing evidence of my excitement in the form of a dribble of pre-cum. "Mary, love, Jonathan has just given you a lovely time, but I think it's his turn now. I think he would like to put that rather nice cock where his tongue just was." "If that's okay with you," she said. "It certainly sounds good to me." Jonathan was less shy now. He stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed, but reached up to grip Mary's hips. He slid her gently towards him, until her bum was almost at the end of the bed and her legs bent so that her feet were on the floor. I suddenly realised how low the bed was, and how well suited it was to our purpose. Jonathan's cock was just about at the level of Mary's vagina. As he slid her to the end of the bed his cock touched her and he began to move gently back and forth, sliding his cock, greased with pre-cum, across the front of her open vagina and her clit. Mary squealed with delight. "That's lovely," she said, "but I think I'd like you to come in from the cold!" It was a great position: Jonathan and Mary could do serious fucking but the whole of her upper body was accessible. I continue to access it! Jonathan slid his cock down so that the tip of it rested between her labia. Then he gently pushed it in, sliding it back and forth slightly as he went, just to make sure that there was enough lubrication. He needn't have worried. Mary was wetter than I'd ever seen her, I think. She certainly moaned with pleasure as he slid his full length into her. I leaned over and saw that his cock was now fully inside her, and his scrotum, bunched up the way it is when men are sexually excited, was resting on her perineum. He moved slowly and gently within her, and let out a pleasurable moan of his own. Mary turned her head to one side, and adjusted her position so that her head came closer to me at the edge of the bed. Three Make a Splash "Put your cock in my mouth, baby," she said. "I want you both in me." I was only too pleased to comply, as my cock felt it was almost painfully swollen. Mary has a beautiful fellating technique. She doesn't take my cock really deeply into her mouth, but keeps it just inside her lips and licks it gently. Some people might not go for this, but I promise you it's a genuine case of "less is more". Quite often she can keep me going for ages, just balanced on the brink, aching with pleasure, until I finally burst forth in the most amazing orgasm. This was going to be a little quicker. We were all just too excited for anything else. Within a short time I felt the familiar tickling in my cock as the juices rose up it. I positively shouted with pleasure as I spewed forth my come into her mouth. Because it was just inside her lips, she drew back slightly and Jonathan saw the end of my cock with my cum jetting out onto her tongue. He let out a moan. "My God, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen! I'm going to cum. I can't hold it anymore. I've got to cum!" Mary protested. "I'm not there yet." I realised at once I could help. Pulling back my cock I lowered my head to her ear. "Baby, you know you want him to come inside you. You know you want to feel that cum splashing powerfully deep inside, his lovely big thick cock filling you totally." While I was saying this kind of thing I slid my hand down over her stomach and ran my fingers through her pubic hair. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Touch my clit, baby, touch my clit." My middle finger slipped into the wetness around her swollen clit and I stroked it quickly backwards and forwards, bringing gasps of pleasure from my beautiful wife. She was now working up to her second orgasm of the night, and within seconds she was there. A loud moan from Jonathan told me that he was, too. I leaned down to her ear again. "That's it, baby. Cum again. Feel Jonathan's cock. It's lovely and full and thick. It's full of cum, all for you, baby. He's going to fill you full of cum. Feel him cumming; feel him splash deep inside you. You know you love that feeling." "Yes, yes, I can, I can. Oh, that's beautiful, that's lovely." Both of them were incoherent by this time, and were unable to say anything sensible for a good couple of minutes! It was lovely to watch. Some people couldn't deal with it, but there is no sight in life that I find lovelier than watching my lovely woman beside herself with erotic arousal and excitement. In some ways, it's even more pleasurable to watch it when I'm not actually involved at the time, and distracted by my own pleasure. Anyway, whatever the reason, I find it the most beautiful sight in the world. I watched as Jonathan gradually stopped thrusting. I sneaked a peek, and saw that her wetness was covering her thighs and his scrotum. Then he withdrew from her, and I saw his cock glistening with their mixed juices, while thick white cum oozed from her vagina and ran down over her perineum into her bum crack and onto the sheet. The bedding was going to be a mess! Three Makes a Party It's starts with me and you in a room. He's not there yet. Nothing is happening between you and I though. That's not why we're there. You're there to get fucked and I'm there to watch. At least that's how it starts. You're wearing a black pleated skirt, black sweater, black bra, thigh high stockings - nude of course because they look great with your red hair and milky white skin - and black Spiga stilettos, they're my favorite. Of course no panties, you don't need them with thigh highs do you? He arrives. He doesn't seem happy about me there. You tell him to ignore me, to pretend that it's just you and him. He still seems pretty unsure. You don't want him to leave so you resort to a sure fire method. You lick your fingers one by one and then stick your hand under your skirt. He can't see what you're doing but he knows your fingers are inside of you. You take a step forward and grab his hand. One by one you put his fingers in your mouth, suck slow, looking him in the eyes. You reach down to his crotch. He's hard. You know it will be okay. You look over at me. I seem cool with it all. You slide your hand into his pants. You're working one hand inside of your pussy and one hand around him. He's happy. He starts to tease your nipples. He knows this makes you insane. He gently circles them at first but he gets more aggressive. He starts to lightly pinch and tweak. You really start to moan, not because of your hand inside of you though. It's because of what he's doing to your tits. You take your hands out from under your skirt and out of his pants. You kiss him. He really starts to go hard at your breasts. He slides his hands inside your bra and rubs your nipples between his thumb and finger. You don't do anything. You stop kissing him. You just stand there letting the sweet painful pulses roll through you. It takes your breath away. He pulls your breasts out of your bra and brings his mouth down. As he does this his hands move beneath your skirt. He's not gentle with you like you were with yourself. He's rough. It's good though. With his teeth he pulls at your nipples. The bites aren't too hard, just nips at the ends of each nipple. His fingers have spread your lips and are deep inside of you. He brings his head up from your breasts. His fingers start to pull out of you and move around to your ass. It's not what you want but you know he likes that. You let him play around You look over at me. I still seem okay, maybe slightly happier than before. I can't see his hands but you think I know what is going on. Finally you start to back him to the edge of the bed. As you back him to the edge of the bed you feel down to his dick. It's still hard and sweaty through his jeans. You sit him on the edge of the bed. You're starting to kneel down in front of him and he stops you. You stand up as he lifts your skirt. You don't expect this. He pulls you forward and buries his tongue inside of you. It's forceful and strong. I can hear you gasp. He pulls your hips tighter into his face and really goes to work with his mouth and tongue His tongue is darting around inside of you while he starts to suck with his mouth. Your hands move up to your tits and start to tug at your nipples. His tongue gets deeper and deeper, stronger and stronger. Out of the corner of your eye you see something move across the room. It's me. You forgot I was there. You look over and my cock is outside my pants. I'm pretty swollen and large. My hand is stroking and rubbing. Not jerking off just feeling it's way around while I watch you. You watch me for a bit. You pull his face in harder. You look up at me again and just as we see eye to eye you feel him tug at your clit with his mouth and teeth. I can see what that's done to you and really like it. Your back arches up and your fingers run through his hair as he nips and tugs. It's delightful. You pull his face out from between your legs and lower your skirt. All you want is to get his dick in your mouth. You kneel in front of him undoing his jeans and slipping them off. You take him out and he pretty much rams himself in your mouth straight away. He's not gentle about this either. He's a big guy too. You feel him pushing all the way deep down the back of your throat. You open your mouth wider and relax your throat. You're sucking pretty hard with your head tilted all the way back. He's pushing deeper and deeper. You back off a bit to get a break and take his twins in your mouth. You hear him gasp. It's not him though, it's me. You guess I liked that. You keep his boys warm in your mouth for a bit sucking gently while you catch your breath. You move your mouth back to his dick and really work him hard. Just then you feel his hand between your legs. His fingers feel cold inside you because you're so hot and warm inside now. You feel his other hand on one of your nipples tugging and pulling. After a minute you realize it can't be him. He's in front of you. It's me. I'm kneeling behind you. You start to rock back on to my fingers while your mouth bobs up and down on him. You can feel my other hand moving back and forth between your nipples, rubbing, pulling, circling, it's making you crazy. Finally you can't concentrate on what you're doing to him. You pull your mouth off him and start to grind on my fingers. As you do this you can feel me pulling at your top with my other hand. You help and pull off your top and bra. When you look down your nipples are so big they don't look real. You keep rocking and grinding on my fingers. You reach back behind yourself with your hand. You can feel my cock is still out of my pants. It feels awesome in your hand. You stroke your hand along squeezing and rubbing. You never stop grinding against my fingers. You feel my fingers in your hair pulling your neck back to me. You feel me kissing your neck. You can't take it anymore. All you want to do is fuck me. You raise yourself off my hand and turn around. You pull off my shirt and pull at my jeans. You scoot me back a bit and pull off my jeans and underwear. I'm laying naked on the floor. You lean over and start kissing my neck. Your tits are rubbing against my chest. You move slowly down my body, kissing my neck, my chest, my nipples, stopping at my nipples to suck and bite, your hand moves down to my cock, rubbing and squeezing, your mouth moves down my body, kissing my stomach, my lower belly, rubbing my cock, kissing my thighs, sucking on my inner thighs, rubbing my cock, licking and gently sucking the tip of my cock, opening your mouth wider and opening up to the top of my cock, finally you open your mouth all the way and take me in. You can feel my hips raise as I slide down the back of your throat. Your head is moving up and down taking as much of me in as you can with each stroke. You feel my hands pull your head in closer. You need a break and pull back a bit putting my balls on your tongue sucking gently. You only do that for a break and go back to my cock sucking harder and harder. You can hear him behind you and you feel his fingers slide up inside you. You can feel his hand on the cheeks of your ass. You keep sucking and using your tongue - I pull you off. I'm about to cum and have you back off. He moves his hands off you. As you sit back you turn away from me, facing him. He looks ready to cum too. You straddle me backward, raising yourself up and then lowering your pussy down on my cock. You start to roll in circles with your hips, flexing the muscles of your cunt around my cock. They go tight and constrict around me then they release - you do this again and again. He steps forward and slams his dick in your mouth. Again, he doesn't give you a break. It's in deep and all the way back right away. You start sucking and sucking. You start rocking back and forth on me while he pulls your face into him again - you start to rock harder and harder while you're sucking and sucking. Finally you just want him out of your mouth and you just want to fuck me. You really go down hard on him. He tries to back off but you won't let him. You keep sucking and sucking. You feel him start to cum and you go nuts on him. You finally feel him jerking in your mouth cumming all the way while you're rocking and rocking. You feel him start to shrink in your mouth and you swallow. You know he's okay and you let him out of your mouth. You put your weight on your arms in front of you and start to raise and lower yourself again and again on me, thrusting up and down, up and down. You try to raise a hand to your tits but you can't. You thrust up and down. You warn me that you're going to cum soon. I say it's okay because I am going to as well. You keep thrusting and thrusting. Your tits are bouncing everywhere and I'm moaning and gasping all at the same time while you thrust and thrust. Slowly an orgasm start so to roll through you. It moves up your body and you realize you're super wet and warm. I've cum too and you're all juicy inside. I reach down for the back of your thighs, over your calves and down to your ankles and feel the sweat pouring through your stockings – you slide off me and backward allowing me to kiss and lick your damp thighs, the bend in your knees, over your calves and down to your ankles then you stand up, face me and kneel down. I stand up and push into your face, you lick and suck all of your sweet juices and my cum until I'm polished off. Three Man Night Jenny climbed behind the wheel of her car and closed the the door behind her. She sat for moment, keys in her hand, staring at the dashboard. Did she really want to do this? She had always told herself that she would, if she could. The thought of being with more then one man at once had always fascinated her, and she knew that if it was ever going to happen, tonight would be the night. She was supposed to meet him at a bar outside of the neighboring city, far away from her life here. He didn't know her name, and she didn't know his. That's how it was supposed to be. Safe, anonymous, and one time only. She was scared, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Strengthening her resolve, she started the car and headed down the road. The sun was just beginning to set, the golden yellows and soft orange of dusk streaming in through the windshield. During the hour long drive her thoughts ran their course through wanting to turn around and forgetting the whole thing to lurid visions of three men standing around her, touching her every sensitive spot with their hands and mouths. She saw their hard cocks sticking out in front of her face and she giggled to herself when she thought it was like being a kid at candy store when you know you can have everything you can see. She was pulled away from her thoughts by the sign of the Marriot hotel looming in front of her. She parked outside the first floor nightclub and began walking inside. Jenny had struggled with what to wear all day. She wanted to feel sexy and yet not appear over anxious or inviting, just in case she decided to back out at the last minute. The compromise was both plain and tantalizing. Beneath her blue jeans and conservative blouse she wore a matching set of black satin panties and bra that stood in stark contrast to the soft whiteness of her skin. In her hand she clutched his picture, a full body shot of a handsome young man in his twenties, smiling at the camera, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. His muscles were well defined without being too large and he had promised that his friends would not be dissapointing. She strode into the nightclub, trying to look as non-chalant as possible. This time of night, the place was full of mostly after work types, catching a final drink before heading home for the day. He had told her that he would be watching for her and that she should simply go the bar and ask for drink. As she approached the bar, she knew this was her last chance to leave without embarrasing herself. But instead of turning around, she sat down and ordered a good strong margarita. The bartender served up her drink and walked to the other end of the bar to continue watching the baseball game with some other customers, playing loudly on the TV. She took a sip of her drink and nearly spit it out when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder and heard a voice behind her. "Hello. I'm glad you came." She started to turn around but met her halfway and sat down next on the stool next to her. He was drinking his beer out of glass, giving him a sense of class she wasn't sure she had expected. She just looked at him for moment, unsure of what to do or say. He smiled, the same smile from the picture. "I'm Nick." He stuck out his hand. She grasped gingerly and replied, "I'm Jenny. Nice to meet you." "Likewise. Did you have any trouble finding the place?" Jenny took a big sip from her drink before she answered. "No trouble at all. Nice place." Nick glanced around. "Not bad. Never been here before but these hotel clubs are usually decent." He returned his gaze to her and looked into her eyes. Jenny could feel her cheeks starting to blush and she looked down into her drink. "So Jenny. Since you are new at this, I'll just get right to the point. We are meeting here tonight for you. For you to live out a fantasy." Jenny just nodded, still looking into her margarita. Nick continued. "I have reserved the honeymoon suite for this evening, and there are two other gentlemen upstairs anxiously awaiting your arrival." Jenny smiled at that. For some reason, she didn't expect any "gentlemen" at all. Nick noticed her smile. "Let me assure that gentlemen is the right word. It would be a lie to say that we all aren't looking forward to this, being the beatiful and sexy woman that you are." More blushing. "But we also understand that No means No. If you change your mind, or decide the evening needs to end, just say so. No hard feelings. Ok?" Jenny smiled at him. "Thanks Nick. It makes me feel better to hear you say that." "Great. So, what do you say we head upstairs? There is a bar up there an Peter, my friend, will make you any drink you want." Jenny just nodded again and waited while Nick paid the tab for both of them. He put out his arm, Like a true gentlemen, Jenny thought, and she took it. They walked towards the elevator. Neither of them had much to say during the elevator ride up to top floor. There were only three suites on this floor and Nick produced the key to the Honeymoon suite. He opened the door and she stepped in. The room was lavish to say the least. A large room opened up before her, with a full set of living room furniture and full bar in one corner. Large glass doors led out to a full balcony and she caught a quick peek of the bedroom to her left. No doubt a king sized bed. But what caught her eye most of all were the two young men sitting on the couch, watching the TV. Nick introduced them. "Gentlemen, this is Jenny." Gentlemen or not, Jenny could see them sizing her up, taking almost imperceptible pause on her large breasts before resting on her face. "Jenny, this is Peter." Jenny watched as the handsome black man walked over to her. She hadn't been expecting a black man. He was bald and wearing a sports jersey, running pants and sneakers. Must be an athlete she thought. She had never been with a black man and it made her somewhat nervous. She tried not to let it show. Tony took her hand and brought it to her lips for a gentle kiss. "A pleasure to meet you Jenny. Can I fix you something to drink?" Jenny could feel herself blushing again, but managed to say that she would enjoy another margarita. Nick continued. "And this is Antonio." Antonio appeared to be Italian, but he spoke perfect English. His hair was jet black, and fell just above his shoulders in large waves. He didn't look as muscular as Nick and Peter, but he was slim, and taller then both of them. Jenny extended her hand, but he slipped past her and embraced her in a strong, warm hug, which she tentatively returned. "Call me Tony," he said. "Margarita is ready," she heard Peter say. Nick touch her arm and gentle pulled her aside before she could go to the bar. "I hate to sound unromantic, but I'd like to ask you some questions, just so we can avoid and unpleasant interruptions later." Jenny just looked at him as he went on. "First, this is a group event." They both smiled at his use of the term. "That means everyone is involved at the same time. That OK?" Jenny nodded her agreement. "Good. Most importantly, if you could tell me what sort of things you aren't into, I can pass it along to Peter and Tony." It took Jenny a moment to realize he meant sexual things. "Well, I don't think I would like anal sex." Flushed again. Nick nodded. "Great. That leaves us plenty to do, right?" He smiled again. "Why don't you have that drink. I'm going to head to bathroom and clean up. He excused himself, and Jenny sat down with Tony and Peter at the bar. This sat, having normal converations about everything but themselves. Neither men probed about who she was, where she was from, which made her feel good. Nick came out of the bathroom freshly showered, wearing nothing by a white terrycloth robe, still drying his hair with a towel. "I for one have been looking forward to a dip in that hottub all day. Anyone else up for it?" Jenny had to admit it sounded like a good idea, but she hadn't brought a bathing suit. As if he was reading her mind, Nick said, "Jenny, I took the liberty of getting some swimwear for you. It's in the bedroom. I trust you'll find something you like. "Thanks Nick." Jenny walked toward the bedroom and gave a sassy grin over her should at the three men watching her. "No peeking now." She heard them laughing as she closed the door behind her. Nick wasn't kidding. On the bed where 12 bathing suits, bikinis and one-piece in a variery of colors and designs. Jenny took a moment to size up her options. She was surprised to find them all in her size. Nick must have a good eye to able to do that from nothing but a picture. She settled on a one-piece. It was black, with high cut hips and a low cut front. She put it on and checked her self out in the large mirror. Happy with how she looked, she opened the door and walked back out. She saw the three men already sitting in the hottub, talking and laughing quietly amongst themselves. When they saw her the grew quiet and just watched as she walked towards them. "Excellent choice," said Tony. He stood up and extended his hand, helping her into the hot, steaming water. The tub was large, but as she settled in, she felt her feet and lower legs brushing against her three companions. Peter had freshened up her drink and brought it for her. Peter's shoulders and chest were sticking out above the water and she quickly realized that the baggy sports jersey had been handling a large, muscular man, much more so then Nick. As she thought, Tony didn't have the muscles of his friends, but his lean body was appealing just the same. They sat in the hot top for awhile. Occasionally Jenny would feel someone sliding their feet against hers, even daring to wander up her calf on occasion. At first, she tried glancing around, trying to figure out who it was, but none of them gave any indication. "Well, I have something I need to do," Tony said as he climbed out of the tub. For the first time, Jenny got a good look as his whole body. Lean, with light brown skin and black hair. He was wearing a Speedo which displayed a noticeable bulge in the front. Jenny tried to hide the fact that she was staring at his crotch. No one seemed to notice. Tony walked back inside. Peter followed him, going in to make some more drinks and check on the game, still playing on the TV. That left Jenny and Nick alone in the tub. As soon as Peter disappeared inside, Nick slid over and sat down right next to her, moving his face in close to her ear. "I had no idea you would look so good in that suit. I'm embarassed to say so, but I had a hard time keeping my eyes off your cleavage. It kept bobbing above the water." Jenny felt a shiver run through her body as his breath, warmer even then the steam around them, caressed her ear. He brought up a hand and started stroking her face, tracing a line down to and across her lips. "I really want to kiss you right now." It was as much a question as a statement, and Jenny turned her face to his in answer. He kissed her slowly at first, one arm up around her shoulders, the other still dangling in the water. Their lips, wet with water came together as drips of steam ran down their faces. She could feel the tension in his motions. He was waiting for her to take the lead. Jenny opened her mouth and felt him immediately do the same. Their tongues weaved out around each other and Jenny brought her arms up to his shoulders, trying to pull him in close. They sat in the water, making out like a couple of teenagers. Nick brought his lips away and worked them down her neck, slipping and sliding his tongue across her wet skin. Jenny leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feelings he was giving her. She then felt his hand, still under the water, running up and down the outside of her leg, starting at her calf and up to the top of her thigh, only to work it's way back down again. Each time his hand came up she felt it inching closer to her most intimate place, which was now starting to get wet all on it's own. With his other hand he was holding her head, keeping his lips pressed against hers. She felt his hand sliding up her leg again, slower this time and on the inside. As he reached her thigh, Jenny's legs parted slightly, preparing for the touch she knew was coming. "Ok kids, time to get out of the water!" It was Tony. He was standing over them, wearing a nothing but a pair of loose shorts. Jenny felt Nicks hand leave her leg as their lips parted. She was stunned for a moment. She had been so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten the others were even their. Nick climbed out and Tony again gave Jenny a hand as she stepped out. Her knees felt weak and she held onto Tony's hand a moment longer as she steadied herself. "Jenny, I've prepared a little enjoyment for you in the bedroom. There is robe in the bathroom. Please put it on after you freshen up and join me there." Jenny glanced at Nick, feeling almost guilty that she was leaving him, but wanting nothing more to pick up where they had left off. He just smiled and waved. Jenny took off her suit and freshened up in the bathroom before putting on the robe. Nick watched her intently, with lust in his eyes, from the couch as she walked past. Peter was still intent on the game. She entered the bedroom, not knowing what to expect. Tony had set up a massage table. There was soft music playing and bright candles cast a sensual light across the room. "Please make yourself comfortable on the table. I'll be back when you are ready." Tony left the room. Jenny let the robe fall from her body and tossed it onto the bed. She climbed onto the soft table and pulled the heavy warm blanket over her body. After a minute Tony returned. "Excellent. Perhaps Nick did not mention it, but I am a masseuse by trade. I hope you don't mind if I practice on you a bit." Jenny moaned something like "Mm-mmm". "Excellent." She heard him rustling around and then the sound of oil being put onto his hands. Slowly, his hands wrapped around her feet, pulling and rubbing them. Jenny let out and involuntary moan. "I'll take that to mean it feels good?" he asked. "Mmmmmm." "Excellent." The blanket covered her down to he knees, but as Tony worked his way upwards, the blanket slid higher and higher, revealing more of her white skin as it went. She relished the feel of his strong hands as they chased away the tension in her muscles. She had had massages before, but knowing what lie ahead of her that evening made this one sensual, even sexual in a way she hadn't experienced before. She knew that he his hands could move to any part of her body and she wouldn't be able to stop him. The feeling was mesmerizing. "Would you like me to rub your buttocks?" She paused a moment, but finally said a simple "Yes." She felt the blanket being lifted and laid against her lower back, exposing her backside to him. Tony put more oil on to his hands and began rubbing her buttocks, first one then the other before working both at the same time. As his hands moved, the motion caused her pussy lips to slide back and forth, and she could feel a familiar stirring. Casting aside all pretense, Tony simply removed the blanket from her entire body and paused for a moment. She could feel his eyes staring at her. "Exellent," he whispered. Tony continued up her back, paying special attention to her shoulders and arms before finishing with her neck. "Time to turn over. Would you like the blanket back?" She answered by rolling over and smiling at him. She had expected another "Excellent" but instead his eyes took her in, admiring every part of succulent body. He worked the front of her legs now, up around her crotch. He took special care to only brush it "accidentally" as his hands moved, even though her legs had relaxed, falling ever so slightly apart. Jenny was getting wet again, and her nerves began to tingle as his hands finally found their way to breasts. With one in each hand he rubbed them, firmly but not hard. "Forgive me, but I cannot resist any longer." Jenny felt his fingers brush across her nipples and then pinch them. Her back arched and she pressed against his touch. And then she felt the soft, warm touch of his mouth as it wrapped around her left nipple, his tongue flicking across it and then sucking it in. His did this to each one, and then moved his mouth to hers. Without hesitation this time, Jenny's mouth came open and her tongue reached out for him and her hands grabbed his head. He continue to rub her breasts and nipples. Jenny put her hand on his chest and began to slide it down his belly, finally resting on the hard cock that lay beneath his shorts. It was Tony's turn to moan this time as Jenny began to slide her hand up and down. Tony, still kissing her passionately, began to move his hand down toward her crotch. Jenny spread her legs in anticipation. "Hours up!" It was Peter, he had snuck into the room and had been watching. He beamed a wide grin at the them as the quickly composed themselves. Tony stepped away from the table and handed Jenny her robe. She was really getting frustrated now. Twice she had started to get really turned on and twice she had been stopped before things could get serious. "I've had room service bring up some deserts. Anyone interested?" Peter said as he walked out of the room with Tony close behind. Jenny considered going out to the living room naked but decided to put her robe back on, careful to leave it a bit loose in the front so some real cleavage was showing through. Peter had hadn't just ordered up desert. It looked more like he had ordered up EVERY desert. Jenny took a moment to take in all the cookies, pies, ice cream, fruit and much more laid out on the table. Nick had already started on a big piece of chocolate cake. Oddly enough, Jenny noticed that he had put some clothes back on. Peter motioned Jenny to take seat on the large couch. "What can I bring you?" Jenny wasn't really all that hungry so went for something light. "How about some strawberries and whipped cream?" "Ahhh. Good choice." Peter put some strawberries into a bowl with some cream next to them for dipping. He grabbed a piece of apple pie for himself and sat down next to her on the couch. Tony had disappeared back into the bedroom and emerged a few minutes later also fully dressed. "Nick, I'd like to get my stuff packed back into the car so I don't have to worry about it later. Can you give me hand." Nick gave a muffled "Sure" past a piece of cake he had just put into his mouth. He stood up and he and Tony grabbed the table and headed out the door. "Be back shortly!" That left Peter and Jenny alone with there deserts. The strawberries were absolutely succulent: large, sweet, and juicy and the sinful cream made them all the better. Peter watched her as she bit into one, wrapping her lips around it so suck off the cream. Before she could grab another, he put down his plate and said "Here, let me help you." He reach into the bowel on her lap and pulled out a strawberry. He dipped it into the cream and moved it to her lips. Jenny looked at him and she opened her mouth to take a bite. But rather then put it in, he traced it along her lips, leaving drops of whipped cream. He let her take a bite and said "Looks like I've made a mess of your mouth. Let me help you with that too." Peter leaned towards her and stuck out his tongue, sliding it across her mouth. Jenny just sat, letting him lick her. His tongue was warm as it worked on her open mouth. She fought the urge to suck his tongue in, letting him finish. Peter moved close so that he was sitting pressed against her and let his tongue find it's way to hers. Jenny felt his large, strong body pushing against her. His kiss was urgent, passionate and demanding. She knew she was helpless to do anything, and it made her feel sexy and erotic. Three Man Night Unlike his friends, Peter didn't take his time, and Jenny was glad. As they kissed his hand went straight for the front of her robe, sliding beneath the terry cloth to caress her breasts and nipples. Jenny felt her excitement rising quickly this time. She had been in a state of half-arousal for hours now, her body longing for release but falling short. Peter was very strong. His right hand was squeezing her tightly, pinching her nipples so that she softly cried out around his tongue, still probing her mouth. He kissed her along her neck and chest, finally pulling apart the top part of her robe to bring his wet and warm mouth to her nipple. His other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and Jenny felt his fingers against her mouth. Almost involuntarily she reached up and pulled one of his fingers into her waiting mouth, licking and sucking it just as he sucked hard on her nipple. They both moaned and felt their passions rising to a new level. After a few minutes, Peter sat up and grabbed her hips, lifting her off the couch so that she was standing in front of him, his head looking straight into her open robe. He reached up and undid the belt of the robe, sliding his hands up to her shoulders and pulling it back off her body. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, burying his head back into breasts, licking and sucking once against. Jenny put her hands onto his bald head, holding him there. He moved his head lower, finally nuzzling himself in her crotch. Feeling him so close nearly made her knees give way and she held herself up on his shoulders. He must have felt that because he pulled away and stood up, pushing her gently back down to sit on the couch in front of him. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Jenny took a minute to admire the strong definition of the muscles on his chest. When she caught his eye, he was smiling down at her. "Go ahead" he said. She knew what he wanted her to do. She had seen lots of black men in porno movies and had always heard that they were "well endowed". This made her a bit nervous, but she wasn't about to turn him down. Every fiber of her body was screaming for sexual satisfaction and she was determined to get it however she could. She reached up and untied the string that held up his sport pants. She hooked her thumbs along the waistband and started to pull down, her eyes following the trail of naked black flesh that was being revealed to her. She reached the patch of black curly flesh just above his crotch and her breath started to quicken. When his cock finally sprang loose from the pants, she was both amazed and somewhat relieved. He was only half-erect, and he was bigger then his companions, but it wasn't like a huge monster penis from a porno movie. She felt pretty sure she could take it, even if it was bigger then anything she had had before. Not pausing, she eased his pants down to his ankles where he stepped out of them. Peter spread his legs and little to get his balance and waited for her. Jenny had his cock mere inches from her face but resisted the urge to take it into her mouth. Instead, she brought up her hands to grab it. It felt bigger then it looked and it was long enough to get both of her hands on it so that's what she did. She stroked it that way for a minute before taking a hand and cupping his balls. Peter had his eyes closed and his head was leaning back. She was obviously making him feel good so she kept going. "Yeah baby, that feels real good" he said. Unable to wait any longer, she leaned forward and brought her mouth to it's tip. There was already a small drop of pre-cum coming out and the licked it into her mouth. She started out by kissing the head and running her tongue along it's length, still stroking the shaft and gently massaging his balls. Jenny's crotch was becoming uncomfortably eager for human touch and she unconsciously started wiggling her bottom back and forth against the couch. Peter was starting to move his hips in time with he stroking a letting out little moans and grunts every so often. Jenny decided to slow it down a bit and try to take him into her mouth. She opened wide and let the swollen head slide past her lips. Peter stopped moving his hips, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. She had thought his cock felt big when it was in her hands, but now that it was growing even harder, she had to strain her jaw a bit to get it in. Peter watched the top of her head as it slid ever so slowly forward, her blonde hair falling to the sides. Jenny managed to get about half of it in her mouth when she decided it was enough. As she pulled back she sucked hard on it, causing Peter to emit a long, guttural groan. Jenny hips continued to slide back and force, mimicing the fucking motion that they desired so much as her mouth worked it's way up and down Peter's large shaft. As she sucked, she kept one hand on it, working up and down in motion with her mouth while her other hand kept rubbing his balls. Peter began rocking his hips again, more gently this time, but enough so that his cock slid further into her mouth, nearing the back of her throat. If she didn't keep her hand on it, she was sure she would start to gag. Her jaw was starting to get sore and she was going to have to stop soon. Sensing this, Peter gently pulled her head away from his cock. "Lean back on the couch," he said. She did so, sliding into a comfortable fucking position, not sure whether she wanted to take that thing inside of her. But instead of his hard cock, Peter knelt between her legs and buried his head into her crotch, assaulting her swollen pussy with his mouth and tongue. With his hands he reached up and started rubbing her breasts again, paying special attention to her hard, erect nipples. Jenny was in ecstasy. Her pussy was finally getting the attention is had been craving and it felt incredible. Peter was obviously not new to oral sex. His tongue was alternating between licking her clit and probing the inside of vagina. When he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it, she though she might orgasm that instant. But he slowed done, working hard to keep her on edge. After a few minutes, he stood up and motioned for her to stand. She did so, expecting him to lead her into the bedroom where they could continue this in more comfort. Instead, he wrapped his huge arms around her waist and lifted her clear of the ground. She yelped in surprise and reacted by wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs locked around his hips. They kissed and she could feel the head of his cock brushing against her dripping wet pussy. Jenny felt him positioning his cock to enter her. "Go slow" she whispered in his ear. She felt the head slide past her outer lips, pushing against the narrow opening. She nestled her head against his neck and closed her eyes, holding on to him tightly with her arms and legs. It was a strange feeling being off the ground, completely at his mercy. Thankfully, he was listening, because Peter was moving slowly. For Jenny, the feeling was intense. Every second that passed she could her feel pussy stretching to accommodate him. And each second the brief discomfort disappeared as quickly as it had come as more and more of him entered her. It felt like and eternity before he finally stopped. Jenny felt incredibly full and her breathing was ragged. She pulled her head away from his shoulder and started kissing him again, her tongue darting into his mouth. "Is it in?" she asked between heavy breaths. He answered by placing his hands on her buttocks and lifting her up. She felt his cock sliding out until just the head sat nestled in her pussy. Then he lowered her again, the full length of his cock sliding back up inside. "Uhhhnnn" was all she could say. He stood there, his strong arms lifting her up and down his hard cock. With every deep thrust Jenny let out another "Unh", letting him do all the work. He started moving faster and she used her arms and legs to help him lift and then drop back down pressing her nipples against his chest to heighten her pleasure. She heard the door open and looked to see Nick and Tony stride in, smiling at the scene in front of them. "Well, well." said Nick. Looks like we are missing all the fun. Jenny answered as best she could. "Unh... Plenty of...Unh...fun left...Unh" Nick and Tony started to undress as she watched. Peter kept fucking her as she saw their full naked bodies for the first time. Two more hard cocks came into view. Not as big as Peter's, but they looked good to her. Peter stopped ramming into her long enough to carry her into the bedroom. She gyrated against him as the walked, trying to rub her clit against his crotch. In the bedroom, Peter laid her down on the bed and laid down on top of her, never letting his cock escape from her pussy, which was grabbing it as tightly as it could. He sat up on his haunches and began moving in and out of her again, more slowly this time. Nick and Tony climbed onto the bed and joined them. She watched as each of the picked a nipple and began to suck on it. Peter grabbed her ankles and held her legs as far apart as they would go, giving Nick access to slide his hand down and start rubbing her clit. Jenny couldn't help feeling that they were moving too slow! She wanted to come so badly, but every time she could feel herself getting close, they changed their touch and rhythm. Tony removed his mouth from her breast and slid up next to her head, positioning his cock so that she could get it into her mouth, which she did, eagerly sucking of it's sleek hardness. She took a hand and tried reaching Nick's cock. He moved so that she could reach it, never stopping from rubbing and sucking on her breasts. She felt it in her hand and shuddered at it's feel. She was quickly becoming lost in the moment. Sucked into a surreal realm of intense pleasure and abandonment. She was no longer Jenny. She was a woman. A woman being pleasured by three incredible men. She was surrounded by their feel, their smell, and their sounds. Every nerve assualted, being driven to the sweet release they craved. Without missing a beat, the three men changed positions. Nick kept slowly rubbing her clit as he climbed between her legs, replacing Peter's cock with his own. It was smaller in girth, but a bit longer and as he entered her quickly, urged on by his own strident need, she felt him bump against the back of pussy. She managed to get another groan out around Peter's cock that was now in her mouth. He was fucking her face, not waiting for her to do it herself. With one hand he held the back of her head, pushing it against him. Tony had moved to her breasts now and she greeted him by taking hold of his cock and pumping it up and down furiously. She could feel her orgasm coming, not there yet, but coming soon and her hips began moving up and down with a mind of there own. "Oh god, here it cums!" was all she heard before she felt Nick ram himself inside her as far as he could. She felt him convulsing as he shot his cum deep inside of her. He finished and moved away, still rubbing her clit. Tony quickly moved into place and before she knew it, the fucking continued. Nick kept rubbing her clit. She was doing little more then grunting now, focused on the intense pressure building up inside of her as she kept her mouth open wide for Peter, still fucking her face with wild abandon. It was only a minutes before she felt Tony repeat Nick's perfomance. "Oh Yes! I'm coming Jenny! I'm cumming! Unhhhhhhnnhhh!" Again, she felt his body go rigid and his cock struggling to find it's way deep inside of her. She felt his cum spraying into her. Without a moments hesistation he moved and began sucking her breats again and Nick kept rubbing. Peter moved back between her legs. His large cock aiming at her waiting pussy. "Oh god! Please make me cum! I need to cum!" she screamed to all of them. She felt Peter enter her. No going slow this time. He empty pussy was suddenly full with his black cock and he was fucking fast, even faster then his friends. She was sliding up the bed under the furious thrusting, banging against Nicks hand and forcing it even harder into her clit. Peter began to grunt with each thrust, burying himself fully into her each time. Jenny matched his grunts with those of her own. Her orgasm was coming. She could feel it building now and knew that nothing could stop it. Her eyes squint shut and her back arched, trying with desperate need to get him into her, longing to complete what had started hours ago. And then she was lost. With a blinding flash that flew across her closed eyes, her body began to tense and convule...tense and convulse, over and and over. Someone in the distance of her mind she could feel Peter cumming. She heard his cry of pleasure as load after load of cum mixed in her pussy with those of his friends. Tense and convulse. Again. Again. Just as she thought she might never stop, she felt herself slip away into darkness. ...... "Jenny?" She could hear a voice calling her name. Coming to her across of sea of warmth and relaxation that stretched out across her imagination. "Jenny? Wake up." Slowly, she came back to the world, opening her eyes to see Nick's smiling face above her. "Mmmmmm.." she said as her body stretched out across the bed, arms above her head. "That was amazing." Nick chuckled. "Must of been. You've been out cold for almost 5 minutes." Jenny propped herself up on her arms and looked around. Nick was dressed and Peter and Tony were nowhere to be found. "They headed home." Nick said to her unvoiced question. "I would have too but I wanted to make sure you came around first. "Thanks Nick, I appreciate that." She sat up and gave him a soft kiss. "And thank you for tonight. It was incredible." "Believe me," he said. "It was our pleasure. The room is booked until tomorrow morning. Given your condition you should probably stay here. Eat or drink whatever you want. It's all been covered." "Great, thanks. Probably a good idea," she answered. Nick started to leave but turned one last time to look at her. "You are an incredible woman Jenny. We all had an amazing time. Thank you. Oh, and remember, as far as the three of us are concerned, this night never happened. I trust you'll do the same." And with that, he left. Jenny cleaned up and went to bed, falling asleep immediately, with dreams of the nights events playing through her head.