7 comments/ 69260 views/ 18 favorites Stuck in the Middle By: CSK The air was brisk as I pulled into the parking lot of the best adult bookstore in town. I parked down near the end and then walked up to the door and rang the buzzer to notify the attendant to let me in. I waited as he looked at me, confirming that I at least looked of legal age before buzzing me in. I walked up to the counter and asked for change. I watched as he counted out the ones, thinking to myself how great it would be if either one of my favorite men were here today. I picked up the twenty crisp one dollar bills, folded them into my front right pocket and proceeded to head back towards the arcade. It is here at this very store that I gave my first blowjob some five years ago, bumbling, not quite sure of what I was doing, just knowing that I wanted to see what it was like to give head to a man. My girlfriend and I had just broken up and I was confused, yet also finally able to push myself to quit wondering and try. Since then, I had perfected my technique, able to take most men all the way down my throat and please them to great ends, yet another thing had happened along the way too. I had discovered what kind of man I liked to give head too and how I liked to be treated while giving head. I had found that, while the prospect of a young 20's guy was fun, I actually preferred a man in his late 30's, early 40's. I preferred them to at least take care of themselves and keep in shape as there are three things that turn me off when it comes to sucking off men and they are excessive body hair, a gut that hangs on your head as you are sucking and, of course, a small penis. I only like to suck cock so why would I want to suck on a small cock? Older men also seem to be a little more open to being dominant and are much more likely to be more secure with their feelings of homosexual sex, as opposed to a younger guy that, most likely, was like me and just interested in either seeing what it was like to give head, or sit back with his eyes closed, thinking about some college girl that he didn't get that night. I prefer, when I pursue my bi-sexual side, to be the "girl" of the encounter, there solely to please who I am with, to be consumed by their manliness, and to be treated like a slut. Now, while I have yet to have my "pussy" fucked, I am sure that this is mainly because I have been too timid to try this as well, but am open to pleasing my master, whoever that may be at the time. There are two regulars that come to this store, both of whom I enjoy being with tremendously because they fit my criteria perfectly. The enjoy letting me be the girl as they run their hands exploratively over my younger (27) body, bending me over the couch and rubbing their cocks between my ass cheeks knowing that this drives me crazy even if I am still timid about penetration, kissing me forcefully, pinning me up against the wall, and face fucking me in a variety of positions like me on my knees, head back over the couch, me sitting on the couch as they stand above me and drive their cocks into my mouth, etc. What really drives me wild is their cocks. Neither are these huge 25" cocks the size of a 2-liter bottle that you hear sometimes on here, but both are probably around 7.5-8. I am only around 6.5" and they make mine look small. I do not know either of their names, so for all sakes and purposes, I will give them names to help keep them apart. Steve is the shorter of the two, probably 5'11", lean body, probably around 40. He actually has more body hair than I prefer, but he does shave his cock and balls so it's easily looked past. The second is Chris. He's a lot taller, probably 6'5". His cock is bigger and when he's behind me, pulling my mouth back to his mouth, I can feel his cock pointing into my lower back as opposed to resting between my ass cheeks. I walk through the door to the arcades, intent on looking at the movies that are on display and standing on the wall facing the display are both Chris and Steve. I stop. They both look at me and smile. They have never met to my knowledge, so this is all completely by happenstance. I look at both of them, back and forth and bite the bottom left corner of my lip. I signal to both of them to follow me and I turn to my right to find an open room. I enter into a room, one that I know has a large couch, and turn waiting for my men to come in. They both walk in and close and lock the door. The rooms are set up with a large TV, probably 32" that's covered in plexi-glass, with a bill inserter to the right of the machine. There is a large faux-leather sofa in the middle of the room with a channel controller right next to one of the sofa's arms. Steve walks up and opens his wallet and through the dim light, I can see that he has pulled out a twenty. This is great. This means a lot of un-interuppted time. As long as the occupied sign is lit, meaning that money is in the machine, you are never bothered by the staff. I look at them and begin to peel off my clothes. As they start to do the same, I tell them to stop, that I will do it for them. I am now naked, in front of these two men and I walk in between them. Chris grabs my head and begins to kiss me as I feel Steve start exploring my ass and thighs. This goes on, back and forth, them kissing me and on me, running their hands all over me. I am turned to one of the walls and spread my legs as if I am being frisked by an officer. They both then begin to feel me up, hands and fingers everywhere, feeling on my younger body. They know that my enjoyment is being there for their enjoyment. I turn back around and go for the first mouth I see and it is Steve's. I begin passionately kissing him, my hands on his face keeping him close. I then reach down and start undoing his belt as our tongues melt together. His pants come undone and fall to the ground. I can feel Chris behind me so I turn to him and look up as he begins kissing me. I undo his pants as well and I start caressing his large cock through his underpants. I then feel another mouth on my shoulder and a cock head poking at my ass. I reach my hand back to find that Steve has removed the rest of his clothes so I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, trying desperately to feed my hunger for cock. I hear his moans mixed with my moans and the sounds of my mouth wetting his cock. I take his cock all the way down my throat while using my tongue on the sensitive underside. Pulling his cock out, I rub it on my face, then slap it across my face, while looking up at him, then rub it some more. As I am looking at his cock while I stroke it, I feel something on my ear and I turn to my right and it is Chris's monster cock. I start licking his cock while stroking Steve's. I switch hands that I am stroking Steve with, from my right to my left and grasp Chris's with my right. I start stroking both cocks and then I go back and forth, sucking on Steve's for a couple seconds and then back to Chris's. I bring them closer together so that their cocks are touching and I begin slobbering over both cocks at the same time. I try to fit them both into my mouth as they both grab the back of my head and proceed to assist me in my endeavors by trying to fuck my mouth. I move off of their cocks and down to my hands and knees and crawl over to the couch. I rest my arms on the couch with my head on my arms as I wave my ass-pussy back and forth like a dog in heat. They get down on their knees and begin to once again feel on my ass and back. I let out a small whimper while saying, "Spank me, I've been so bad!" I feel them start slapping me. Chris on my left is slapping my left cheek and his slaps hit harder than Steve's. Chris will slap, grab and then shake on my ass while Steve slaps and caresses in-between slaps. The combination has me moaning and yelping as they molest my ass. I feel Chris stop and then I am raised up. Chris sits down and I take my cue and begin worshiping his cock. I use my right hand to continuously hold his cock and stroke it as I use my left hand to stabilize myself. I pay a lot of attention to his shaved balls, licking and sucking on them, licking the underside towards his taint, letting his balls rest on my face, and licking up and down the underside of his cock, even using my lips sideways underneath his cock to give him unbelievable pleasure. All the while, I can feel Steve position himself behind me and lay his cock between my ass cheeks. He grabs my hips and begins to hump me, using my ass like a pair of tits. I hear him moan and the rocking motion, in between these two men, has me in heaven. He continues to spank me while he humps his cock between my ass. I hear the men talking about me, saying how they always look for me when they come in. Chris asks Steve if he knows my name, and Steve says, "I have no idea. Cum hungry slut, maybe?!?!" They both laugh, but that might as well be my name right now. I am so hot being bucked between the crotches of men easily 10 years my senior. Chris grabs me by my hair, pulling my head up and my mouth off his cock and begins to rub his cock across my face. "You are such a dirty whore, aren't you?" he says as he begins to slap his cock on my face. I feel Steve pull his cock from between my cheeks and start slapping it against my ass. Chris pulls me up and on to his lap, our cocks now rubbing together. His cock is so much thicker than mine. I had always considered my cock average. Not small, not big, but average. Ours together, however, created the illusion that I was so much smaller. I really felt like a little girl now. He pulled me towards him and I began kissing him as I bucked on his cock, humping mine on his. I felt the couch shift and Chris turned my head to my left and immediately my mouth was full of Steve's cock. I began sucking, eyes closed, probably rolling into the back of my head as I became cock-possessed. Chris kept his hand on the back of my head as I sucked on Steve's cock. He told me how much better I looked with a cock in my mouth. He told me that I was born to make older men happy. He told me if I was good, they would cum all over me. His other hand was twisting my nipples and running up under my chin, feeling it expand as my mouth was filled and then emptied by Steve's hard cock. Chris slid out from underneath me, my mouth never leaving Steve's cock. He moved me into a sitting position and then stood on the other side of me. By my turning around, Steve was on my right side and Chris was on my left, each with a leg in between my legs. Chris inserted his cock into my mouth, grabbed my head and started plowing a way. They would go back and forth, leaning in, trying to see who could get their cocks farther down my throat. I had a hand up between each of their legs, caressing their ass cheeks and balls and when their cock wasn't in my mouth, I was jacking them with my hand. I heard them talking back and forth asking how close they were getting and they were both saying that they were getting close. Chris said to hold it till you are about to cum. Once they were at that point, they stepped down and I slid down in front of the couch, legs folded under me, leaning back on the couch with my face presented to my men and they began jerking off furiously above me. Steve's cock exploded first, covering my face with the first and second blast, hitting me in the chin on the next and then the throat and the chest. As his first shot on my chest landed, Chris unloaded. Chris always releases a lot of Cum and as it sprayed all over me, I opened my mouth and in seeing this he aimed, filling my mouth with his tasty cum that I so longed for. My hands were running over me, feeling the cum on my body, shoveling it into my mouth. I sat up and they let me take turns cleaning their cocks as they used them as shovels to feed me more cum. I started jerking off, and then I told them to shove their cocks in my mouth at the same time. Covered in cum, plugged with two still hard cocks, I came harder than I ever had remembered. Breathless, sweaty and covered in cum, I let them continue rubbing their cocks on my face. To my amazement, their cocks were still hard. My eyes were closed, I was still on the floor, leaning back on the seat of the couch with them sitting on either side of me on the couch now. Chris said, "That's why I love this fucker. He never disappoints. We need to hook up outside of this place." "Sounds good to me," said Steve. "We still have probably 20 minutes left on the timer. What do you think we should do?" "Well," said Chris. "I've never had a chance to fuck this little girl's pussy. You?" "No." "I say we take this slut's virginity. She probably wants to be fucked by a daddy type, but she's too afraid. I say fuck that. Let's show her how much fun it can be to ride her daddy's cock and allow us to stick her from both ends at the same time." My eyes flew open, my cock became hard and I was being groped once again. It was going to be a long night. But not long enough... Stuck in the Middle Ch. 02 Hello everyone. This is a continuation of a story that I started quite a long time ago. If you haven't read that one yet, I would suggest you do so (just realize that it was an earlier story so I was very inexperienced in writing erotica), however, not reading it won't take away from this one. This one starts where the other one left off but some of the dialogue has been changed. While the first one was very oral centric, this one is very anal centric, specifically about taking a guy's anal virginity. There is a lot of anal sex, a little bit of humiliation and degradation and involves potentially unsafe sex practices. This is a work of fiction. Please be safe out there. ------------------------ I was still sitting on the ground, my legs folded under me and my back resting against the seat cushions of the couch. I was breathing heavy and glistening from a mixture of sweat and the remaining remnants of cum that I had not managed to scoop off of my body and into my mouth. Sitting properly on the couch, on either side of my splayed body, were Chris and Steve, two of my bookstore regulars although today was the first time that they had shared me. Hell, to my knowledge, it was the first time they had even met. I'm definitely not complaining though. They had fed me their cocks and cum and it was marvelous. My eyes were closed and I was lost in my post-orgasmic state when I faintly heard them talking to each other. "That's why I love this fucker," Chris said. "He never disappoints. Some of the best head you can get." I heard the couch crinkle, like he was moving his head and then he said. "We really should hook up outside of this place, like a hotel or something and really put him through the paces without worrying about a time limit." "Sounds good to me," replied Steve. "But I would guess we still have maybe 20 minutes left here on the timer. What do you think we should do?" If I had been able to see his face, I would have seen a shit-eating grin spread across his face as he looked at Chris. "Well," said Chris as he pondered over his answer. "I've never had a chance to fuck this little slut's pussy. You?" "Nope," replied Steve, "head only." I felt Chris readjust himself on the couch, like he was sitting up and turning slightly towards Steve. "I say we take this bitch's virginity. You KNOW he wants to get fucked, most likely by a daddy type, but instead of giving in to his true nature, he's been teasing us by not giving that shit up." Steve readjusted too. "I mean, that's just not right. Teasing us like that." Their tone was mock serious, but playful at the same time. Chris said, "We would really be doing him a favor, you know. He doesn't know the pleasure he can get by giving up his cunt to us." Steve replied, "Yeah, I mean, we really would be providing a public service." Chris then tapped me on my arm, "You hear that boy? We're going to be nice to you and fuck that tight little ass of yours. Steve added, "Yep, we are going to turn you into a nice little ass whore." My eyes flew open and I looked up at them as my head rested back on the couch cushions where they sat. I had heard what they were saying in the sense that I knew they were talking, but none of it had REALLY registered with me. I was lost in my own world, but Chris had brought me back to reality with the quick tap on my arm and the string of words that followed. Before I had time to really process the ramifications, they were both standing and grabbing my arms to lift me to my feet. I've always wanted to try anal, I'll be honest there, but the idea has always scared me. My visits to the bookstore to give head to strangers was a way for me to deal with my bi-sexual feelings, but I still considered myself straight. I know, it is weird, but I know I am not alone in this. This justification is used by a lot of men who are not ready to out themselves to the world. It is like someone who smokes, but never buys a pack of cigarettes. They only bum ones. They rationalize it to themselves that they are not a smoker because they never buy any. Giving head was like bumming a smoke. It didn't make me gay, it made me curious. So there was that, but there was also the pain portion. To say that I've never TRIED anal would be a lie. The idea has always intrigued me, as I've already said, because of the stories I have read about how good it feels. So because of that, I've tried it a few times here in this very bookstore but each time I had tried it, the guy must have thought I was walking around with a warmed up, lubed ass because they just tried to jab their cocks into me without taking their time. The pain would be immense and the mood would quickly be killed. "I don't know guys," I pleaded, "I don't think I'm ready for that. It always hurts way too much." I was now standing and they had their hands on me in various places on my body, roaming over me like they were inspecting me. Steve looked at me and said, "Just relax boy. We are going to take our time, go slow and get you nice and opened up. You will love the way it feels to get fucked, but you have to just relax and give your body to us." "And look, if things get too hard for you and you want us to slow down or take it easier on you, just say 'mercy'. If you absolutely want us to stop everything we are doing, just say 'red' and boom, we stop. We are not looking to hurt you boy, we just want to fuck you and not just once, but repeatedly so it is in our best interest to make sure you like it," said Chris. "OK, I mean, if you promise you will stop if it hurts too much, then. . . I guess," I said. "Of course we will boy," said Steve. "Ok then," I said. God, I gave in WAY too easy on that, but truth be told, I really did want to try it. I was nervous though. It is one thing to suck a cock, but this is giving up my body, my ass to a man. Actually, two men. My first time getting fucked was going to be with two guys. Holy shit, what did I just agree to? "Fuck yeah," said Chris. "Get on the couch on your knees and lean across the back so we have good access to you." I walked the few steps to the couch and did as he instructed. My knees and shins were on the seat cushions and my chest laid on the back of the couch with my hands on either side of me, ready to push myself up should the pain be too much. My knees were still rather close to each other and Steve said, "Spread your legs out, far as you can get them." I've been like this before as I've let a few men play with my ass, but the intention of being fucked was not there, at least not in my mind. It was completely different knowing that I was spreading myself wide so that these two (am I really going to take two guys during my first time?) could fuck me. At that moment, as I spread my knees as far apart as I could, I felt more vulnerable than I could ever remember. "That is one sweet looking ass," said Chris. I felt their hands began to rub my ass and it made me jump. I was a ball of nerves. I think they could sense it. "Just relax," said Chris. "I promise you will enjoy this." I tried to will myself to relax, remembering everything that I had read about tension making it hurt more, but to be honest, it was hard. Very hard. They continued to rub my ass, my lower back, my inner thighs and my legs. Four hands caressed my skin and I had to admit, it felt really good. They were slow and methodical, like a sensual massage. Their caressing become a little more needing, a little more forceful and their fingers began to compress the flesh of my ass, hips and legs. They were now groping me. I lowered my head down towards the back of the couch and closed by eyes, enjoying the feeling of their hands on me. Their fondling of my body began to center on my ass. They continued to squeeze and caress my ass cheeks, occasionally pulling them apart. They finally pulled my ass completely apart and held me open, exposing my bud to them. "Oh, that's very nice," said Steve. "So sweet and tight." "For now," said Chris which he followed up with a laugh. One of them, I'm not sure which as my eyes were still closed, ran a finger across my puckered hole. There was a nice surge of tingly pleasure that ran through my body and I moaned. The finger ran across my bud again and I responded vocally once more. "I think he likes it," said Steve. They laughed. Fingers then began to run up and down my crack and over my hole, multiple fingers running in an un-orchestrated exploration of my ass. I found myself slightly pushing back towards them. I was relaxing and losing myself to the sensations. Nothing like a bit of pleasure to make your reservations slip away. I felt the fingers move and two hands grasp and hold open the cheeks of my ass. I wasn't sure, but based on the placement of the hands, it felt like only one of them instead of both of them. Each hand was grasping a cheek separately with their fingers pointing up towards my body and their thumbs grabbing the bottom portion. I received confirmation shortly after as I felt a tongue run across my asshole. I whimpered. Chris or Steve, whoever was holding my ass open, began to lick me vigorously. I pushed myself back against their mouth and lost myself in the pleasure. As they ate my ass, I felt my hair being pulled which I responded to by lifting my head. I opened my eyes to see Chris's cock staring right at me. He pushed forward, the spongy head sliding against my lips and I opened up to receive him into my mouth. He began to slowly slide his dick in and out of my mouth while Steve devoured my hole. I was in heaven. My cock, which had deflated out of nerves, was finding new life. I now realized that as much as I have loved sucking dick in the past, I enjoyed it so much more while my ass was being eaten. Steve licked and probed away for a good five minutes, his tongue tracing the wrinkled skin or pushing inside me, a little at first and then deeper as I opened up to him. My crack was now a wet and soaked with his spit which I guess he figured was enough to move on to the next phase. I felt him press the tip of his finger against my bud and push. There was a slight bit of discomfort, but the proverbial tossing of my salad had made this step much easier. My ass slowly opened to him as he pushed a single digit into my virgin canal. It felt warm and intrusive, but there was still twinges of pleasure as he pried open the sensitive skin that involuntarily clamped down on his finger. He took his time, taking a little more of my ass at a time and I found myself concentrating on what he was doing rather than Chris's large cock in my mouth. "Hey, hey, focus on my cock," Chris said. "Don't worry about what he is doing back there. Focus on my cock, focus on trying to feel every inch, every vein and every texture of it. You are used to quickly devouring my it so this time, explore it as it slides in and out of your hot little mouth boy." He then held out a small brown bottle to my nose and with his cock still filling my mouth, he told me to inhale. I took a large inhale from the bottle and then he switched it to my other nostril and had me do the same thing. My whole body became warm and my head began to float. I felt like I was in a state of euphoria. I became even more excited and his dick felt even better in my mouth. I felt extremely relaxed and I began to produce more saliva. He then started sliding excruciatingly slow in and out of my mouth, giving me maybe half of his cock with each leisurely stroke. I tried to do what he said. I put all my focus on his dick. I took in every single texture of his cock, running my tongue over the hard, warm shaft to the large, spongy head. I noticed the difference between the skin on the outer edges of the head and the soft tips around the piss hole. I let my tongue feel each vein individually, each change in shape and tried to make him feel good in the process. The poppers were making this experience feel like it was the first time I had ever given head. Everything was so surreal and erotic. I could feel everything, even my heartbeat. I was in a state of total relaxation and I had let my mind go away from what Steve was doing and focused completely on Chris's cock. I felt almost like I was in a Zen like state. It sounds weird, but I just completely focused on exploring his dick and nothing else. I was aware then that my ass felt hot and I was taken out of the moment when I heard Steve spit on my asshole. My focus expanded I became aware that Steve was now sliding his finger easily in and out of my ass and it felt so amazing. "That really worked man," said Steve. "Once you gave him the hit of poppers and he started focusing on your cock, his ass just loosened up and I slid right in almost immediately." I was now focusing on the delicious cock in my mouth AND the finger that was probing my ass. He was really fucking me with it now. I was still in a state of euphoria from the poppers, but Chris had me take another two hits, one per nostril which elevated it even more. Steve spit on my hole and then began to slide a second finger in. I could feel the pressure in my ass, but the pain was almost non-existent. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable feeling coming from my hole. Chris continued to slowly fuck my mouth as Steve slid in and out of me at the other end. I was really starting to understand why many people like being spit roasted. Cocks entering your body from both end, providing you with two different, yet complimentary types of excitement and pleasure. I really wanted to feel that now. My hesitation was gone. Chris presented me with the poppers once again and I inhaled greedily this time. A renewed sensations of warmth coursed through my body and the nerve endings began to fire, my focus renewed on the cock in my mouth and the fingers in my ass. Steve was spreading his fingers as he finger fucked me, opening me up and eliciting moans from me which was muffled around Chris's cock. I felt Steve insert a third finger and at the same time heard him say, "Oh yeah, he's opening up very nicely. His ass is hungry." "Well, then give him the real thing," Chris said. "We are running out of time." I felt a few more thrusts, twists and spreads of his fingers in my ass before Steve removed his fingers. I felt his left hand grab my waist and almost immediately, the tip of his cock was pressing against my hole. He was about to invade my body. I was going to be fucked for the very first time. I was still swimming in the haze of poppers which I guess is a good thing because instead of being nervous, I was excited. I was horny. I wanted this. Hell, at this point, I needed it. I needed to be taken by them and used. It is what I enjoyed as a cock-sucker, but I was turning a new page. I was becoming a true bottom, offering up either hole for a man to use. He pressed forward, the loosened muscles of my ass still offering a small bit of resistance to his large cock. He applied pressure and pulled on my hips. Chris continued to thrust slowly in my mouth, which in retrospect, was actually good for me. Knowing that his cock was in my mouth, it forced me to ensure that I didn't clench up for fear of hurting him, so I remained relaxed as Steve's tip popped through the ring of my ass and entered my virgin territory. He pushed the entire head in and then rocked back and forth with the head surpassing and then retreating through the tight muscle. It was slow, tedious movements which served to open up my ass for him in the most painless way possible. "Houston, we are a go," said Steve. "Hahaha, that's funny," said Chris. "You are doing good boy. See, we told you we would do it right for you." I made a sound, a mix of a mumble, a moan and an affirmative response. Steve, seeing that I was doing good and not experiencing too much pain, began to push forward. Slowly, bit by bit and retreating each time. Slowly taking new ground inside of me with each thrust. Chris gave me another hit of the poppers and, once done, moved away from his slow thrusts and starting fucking my mouth with his usual speed and force. I focused on his dick, but felt Steve place his right hand on my hip and now with both hands, began to push farther into me with each thrust. I was being properly spit-roasted. Fuck yeah! Then I felt it. A new sensation. Deep in my ass. A place that Steve kept hitting. It was unlike anything I had felt before. It felt amazing. I would later learn that he was hitting my prostate, but this was all new to me at the time. All I knew was that he was hitting a place I liked to call "OH MY GOD". Then I felt his hips pressing against my ass and he stopped. He just stood there. "I'm all in," he announced. "Hell yeah," said Chris and then I heard them high-five. If I wasn't in such a high state, I probably would have laughed. Each of them with a cock buried in one end of me and high-fiving over me was just a funny sight to think about. Steve started to pull out and then thrust into me a good nine or ten times before saying, "You want to give him a shot? I think we are almost out of time." "Sure, yeah," said Chris as he pulled his cock from my mouth. Steve pulled out of me and I suddenly felt very empty. It was a strange feeling. This was how I was normally, but now, it felt different. Nothing in my mouth and nothing in my ass. Chris walked behind me and I felt him line himself up with my hole. He grabbed my hips and pushed in with his cock. Chris's cock is a bit bigger, definitely wider and I felt a small rush of pain and discomfort, but it was nothing unbearable, especially knowing what he might hit once he buried himself in my ass. I wanted to feel that feeling again. He didn't slam himself all the way in, but he took his time taking my ass, albeit a lot faster than Steve had since I had already been properly opened up. When he was finally all the way in, he began to fuck me slowly for maybe 30 seconds while Steve said, "That is so fucking hot man. Look at how his ass just grabs your cock, like it doesn't want to let it go." "Holy shit, this feels so fucking good," said Chris. "His ass is so fucking tight." Just then, the timer on the TV went off which meant that we were no longer guaranteed privacy. The management team was very strict and if they saw a closed door with the green light lit and not the red light, they would open the door and wait until you either put in more money or left. Yeah, they could be pricks sometime. Chris pulled out of my ass and, again, I felt so empty. "Get up boy, we need to go," said Chris. "Please, no," I begged. "Oh my God, that felt so good." "Oh don't worry, we aren't done. We just aren't staying here," he said. "Oh, ok," I replied. "Uh, where are we going?" "Well, we can't go back to my place," said Steve. "Married. Can't rightly bring home two dudes for a gay threesome." "Haha, me either," said Chris. "That's why we are going to go to his place," he said as he looked at me. I don't think it was really a question or if he was asking if it was ok. I think he was just flatly telling me that they were coming back, whether I wanted that or not. "Uh, my place?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, I guess that would be ok." I had a rule that I was about to break. I never brought guys back to my place. NEVER. Girls? Sure. Guys? No. But I needed to finish what we had started. I needed to feel what it felt like to be properly fucked. I needed this. They started quickly getting dressed but I found that I couldn't keep my eyes off of their cocks while they were still out. They were so large and powerful and I found myself looking at them in a whole new light. I wanted them back inside of me NOW. I was just standing there like an idiot, looking at their crotches. They finished dressing before I had even started and I was quickly snapped out of my trance as there was a loud banging on the door to the room followed by a sudden click of the lock and the door being swung open. Stuck in the Middle Ch. 02 "Fuck," I exclaimed and quickly grabbed my clothes and began dressing. "Put more money in or get out," said the attendant in a heavy Hispanic accent. I quickly pulled on my underwear, jeans and shirt as the attendant made no attempt to hide his sleazy leering. I heard him make an air-sucking sound when I bent over to pull my underwear on, clearly signifying he liked what he saw. Chris and Steve just stood around and watched me as I dressed. I have never realized how hard it is to put your shoes on when you are being rushed and watched. I finally finished dressing and stood up. The three of us filed out of the room and as I passed by the attendant, he did the same air-sucking through his teeth. He was fat and greasy and not what I would ever consider attractive. Now I knew how girls feel when they are leered at by guys they find repulsive. We all retreated outside together, the bright sun taking a bit of time to get used to, especially after the multiple rounds of poppers I had taken. I started to walk to my car and Chris said, "No boy, you can ride with me. I'll bring you back when we're done." "Um, ok," I said, my loins speaking for me instead of rational thought. I walked to his car with him and Steve and got in the backseat while they got in the front. "What's your address," Chris asked. I spit out my full address and he placed it into his car's GPS. I noticed he pressed the "save location" button as well. The large screen came to life and I saw the distance and time to destination. 12 minutes. 12 minutes till I was going to be fucked properly for the first time. I, of course, knew how long it took to get to my apartment, but there on the screen was a digital countdown to the end of my anal virginity. At least that's what I believed at that moment. He pulled out of the parking lot on to the street and drove towards my fate. Very little was said in the car, but the sexual tension was there. We got within a half mile of my apartment and Chris said, "Perfect, just what I was looking for." I was a bit confused at what he meant until he detoured and pulled into a corner drug store. He parked out front and then turned back to me. "Go inside and buy an enema kit and a large bottle of water-based lube." I looked at him, half waiting for him to hand me money, but as soon as I realized he wasn't going to do that, I said, "Um, ok." I got out of the car and walked into the store. I began to walk around aimlessly, unsure of where to find an enema kit. The lube was easy to find, but the kit, not so much and I definitely did NOT want to ask anyone for help. Luckily, the store seemed pretty sparse of employees and customers so I could hopefully get out with only one person, the cashier, aware of my purchases. These two items combined were just as telling as if I wore a sign around my neck that said, "I'm about to get fucked in the ass." After what seemed like an eternity, I found the kit and then walked with my head down to the cashier, thankful that I was about to get out of there, sight unseen by almost everyone. I placed the items on the counter, but no associate was there. I stood motionless, waiting. Then I heard, "Sorry for the wait, is this...," the female voice said before stopping. "Mike, is that you?" I involuntarily looked up at the sound of my name and found myself looking into the eyes of Kari Butler, my best friend's kid sister. Well, kid sister was a little off. She was eighteen and finishing her senior year, but she was still 9 years his junior. She was the youngest of the four Butler siblings and the only girl. "Oh, um, hey, yeah, uh...," I stuttered. I could feel my cheeks emblazon with heat. "I, uh, didn't know you worked here." "I don't. I normally work at the one off Market, but they were short staffed today so I'm filling in," she said. She was stunning. Really. Short, petite, tight body, small breasts, great lips. I've kind of always wanted to fuck her since she started developing into a woman. "Oh, that's cool," I said, nervous as fuck. She went to grab my stuff and said, "How ya been? I haven't seen you around much." "I've been good, staying busy," I said, trying to appear calm. She looked at the items I was buying and a smirk appeared across her face. "Looks like you are getting ready for a fun time. You got a chick you're going to be visiting through the, uh," she paused, then said quietly, "backdoor?" She smiled bigger, happy with her turn of phrase. "Yeah, but let's keep it between you and I," I said, my mind reeling from the thought that she believed I was buying this so I could fuck a girl in the ass. "Well, aren't you just all sorts of prepared," she said and then giggled. "I've never done the enema, but I absolutely insist on the lube." Fuck, did my buddies little sister just tell me that she takes it up the ass?? Then the thought popped into my mind. "Well, now we have something in common besides Todd, her brother and my friend." "Yeah, uh, figured I'd get that too. You can never be too prepared," I said. I was quickly calming down and starting our normal conversation banter. "Well, she's a lucky girl. It's not often you have a good looking guy that will go through this much just to make sure the experience is good for them too. You guys don't know how scary it can be to, you know, allow deliveries in the rear." I chuckled to myself and thought, "I do now." "Yeah, well, it is all about making sure the experience is the best so it can happen over and over and over," I said, loving how I was able to talk in double-speak too without her even having the slightest thought that these items were to prepare my ass to take two cocks, not some 'lucky' girl I was going to bang. She told me the total and I pulled out my debit card and made the purchase. She bagged up my stuff and started to hand it to me when my world got shattered. From my side, at the exit door, I heard, "Hey boy, hurry up," said Steve. "Chris and I don't have all day." Fuck. I turned bright red. I knew I did. "Wait, is this for you?" asked Kari, complete shock spreading across her beautiful face. Steve walked up and, unaware of who she was to me, said, "Yep, me and my friend are breaking him in today." He was, I'm sure, trying to humiliate me in front of a complete stranger, but instead, he was humiliating me in front of the sister of my best friend. "He's got a talented little mouth but this little slut wants to be filled from both ends." I was frozen in devastation. I couldn't move. "OH. MY. GOD!" exclaimed Kari. "You're GAY???" "No, I, um, I mean, I, uh, please don't say anything," I said and grabbed my bag from her hand. Steve put his hand on my neck and started to walk me out of the store, red faced and all. I looked back, my eyes pleading with her, "Please don't say anything, please!??!" She just stood there, frozen from shock as we walked out of the store. My last image of her was just that and my stomach was tied in knots. Was she going to tell her brother? Our mutual friends? Would everyone know about my secret life? I was fucked. We got back to the car and I slumped into the back seat, devastated. I had no idea what was going to come about from this. We pulled out of the parking lot and Steve recounted the event to Chris as we headed the short half-mile to my apartment. They had a good laugh about it and then Steve turned around and said, "Relax man, she's just some girl. You never have to see her again." "Actually," I said, "that's my best friend's little sister. "Oh fuck," said Steve who then started laughing along with Chris. "Sorry about that. Let me guess, they don't know you like cock so much, do they?" I looked down. "No," I said meekly. "Well, maybe she won't say anything," said Steve. "Or maybe she will and all your buddies will want to use you to get off with," said Chris. His simple statement sent an involuntary image of four of my buddies, naked and surrounding me, fucking me relentlessly and calling me a fucking faggot whore. I actually got hard at that thought. Then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and noticed I had a text message. It was from Kari. ----- Kari: I think you and I have something we need to talk about. I won't say anything....yet. Promise. I just replied with a simple message: ------ Me: OK I put the phone back in my pocket and, holding out on a small glimmer of hope that my secret would be safe with Kari, gave them instructions on how to navigate the complex to get to my apartment. We parked in one of the unassigned spots, got out and they followed me to my apartment on the second floor. As I was walking up in front of them, I heard Chris say, "God, I can't wait to get back in that tight ass." "Me too," said Steve. "I hope the walls here aren't that thin because I want to make this slut scream today." I shuddered at the thought. Was I ready to be fucked hard and fast? Would it hurt too much or would I be begging for them to fuck me hard? I always read about how when a guy starts to get fucked, or even a girl for that matter, they end up wanting it harder and faster. Would I be the same way? I liked getting face-fucked that way, but my ass was different. Only time will tell... I open up the door to my apartment and we all filed in. They closed the door and now we were alone. Just the three of us. It is a weird feeling having them here, in my apartment. It would have been one thing to know that they were coming here for me to blow them, but no, they were here to fuck my ass. Both of them. God, I hope they weren't thinking about trying to fuck me at the same time. I don't see how anyone could take two dicks in their ass. That just blows my mind. "So, uh, what do you all want to do now?" I said. It was a dumb question. Of course I knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to fuck my virgin ass. But I was still a ball of nerves and not sure what to say. "Get naked slut," said Chris. God, there was just something that hit inside of me every time I was called a degrading name. It was humiliating, but more than that, it was a turn on. "Yes sir," I said. I slipped my shirt off and then kicked off my shoes. I undid my jeans and slid them down followed by my underwear. I stood in front of them, naked and vulnerable. "Good, now take this," said Chris as he handed me the enema kit, "and go use it, shower and then shave your body. I don't want to see any hair on your body below your face. Oh, and make your face baby-bottom smooth too." "Be quick about it too, slut," said Steve. I don't want to waste too much time here waiting for you to get yourself ready for us. I want to spend time making you scream." My mouth dropped open slightly and I just nodded, my mind imagining them fucking me hard and me screaming bloody murder. I grabbed the kit and went to my bathroom. I turned the water on in my shower to let it warm up and then I looked at the box. I removed everything from the enema box, read the instructions and followed them, doing the process twice. I then stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade across my body. I painstakingly removed all of the hair from my face and my body. It was very time-consuming and I went through two razors to do so. I'm not overly hairy, but to get your entire body baby-bottom smooth takes a while to do. As I was washing the remaining hair from my body and lathering myself up with soap, Chris and Steve walked into the bathroom to see me wet, soapy and hairless. They were both naked and sporting hard-ons. I started to wonder if they had been playing while they were alone. They stood there and leered at me, exchanging comments about my body and what they wanted to do to me. Now see, this is the kind of leering that I enjoy. They are attractive, have nice cocks and I want to be used by them. What a complete change from the leering of the fat, greasy attendant at the bookstore. They walked over and ran their hands over my body, feeling the slickness of my skin. They grabbed my ass and roamed their hands over my chest and legs. They bent me over and told me to pull my ass apart so they could inspect my work. I did as I was told and they marveled at my hairless bud. The cascading water rinsed the remaining soap from my body leaving me squeaky clean. "Fuck, that's it," said Steve. "I need to fuck that ass. I'm tired of waiting." He turned me around and pulled me from the shower, throwing me over his shoulder. He started to walk to my bedroom and Chris turned off the water. Steve threw me on the bed and I bounced slightly and then rolled on my back, my legs still together at me knees. "Oh no," said Steve, "roll your ass over and stick your butt in the air. Keep your face on the bed." I rolled over and got on my knees, keeping my chest and face on the bed. "Spread your legs, reach back and pull your cheeks apart for us," he said. "For us," I thought. God, I still couldn't believe my first time was going to be with two guys. "Now beg us to take your virginity, you cock loving whore," said Chris, his tone was even and almost menacing. "Please," I said. "Fuck me." They laughed. "Not even good enough," said Chris. "Please," I tried again. "Fuck my virgin ass. It is so tight. It will feel so good for you. I want to feel each of your cocks inside me. I need it. Please." "Well, I suppose," said Steve. I felt the bed move and knew I was about to get fucked. I heard the flipping of a cap and realized that they had the lube. I felt some being squirted on my ass and then more was being spread on Steve's cock. "Here you go," he said to which Chris replied, "Thanks." I assumed he handed the bottle of lube to him. I felt Steve rest his heavy cock in the crack of my ass and begin to hump his tool between my cheeks. Chris came around and said, "Here, take a hit slut." I looked up, my chest still on the bed, and saw him presenting the bottle of poppers to me. I took two hits, one per nostril and felt my body relax and warm over. With that, Steve lined his cock up with my hole, grabbed my hips and started to push in. I felt the pressure of my sphincter giving way and there was some slight pain and discomfort, but nothing unbearable. I moaned as he worked his dick into me, little by little. The lube was definitely helping his shaft slide into me. God damn this felt good. Steve began to push farther into me and soon, he was bottoming out, burying his entire cock into my ass. His deep strokes felt so good but I wanted more. I knew what it meant now to want to be fucked harder and faster. I was moaning as he filled me over and over. "Harder," I said, almost unintelligibly. "What was that bitch," he said. I spoke louder this time, his cock sliding in and out of me at a steady pace. "Please, fuck me harder sir. It feels so good." I wasn't lying either. It really did feel good. I couldn't believe how easily it had been to give my ass up to them. They had taken their time in the store and even now as he was leisurely sliding in and out of my body, but upon my pleading request to fuck me harder, he grabbed my hips and starting to slam into me with deep, full strokes. The sudden change in the speed and even the depth as his hard thrusts probed deeper into my ass caught me by surprise and I screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure. This only spurred him on. He slammed into my lubed hole with strong, deep strokes of his cock as it slid easily in and out of my ass with the same speed I've used on a wet pussy in the past. I was grunting, moaning and occasionally screaming out as he hit different areas in my ass. I felt so delightfully naughty having my virgin ass pounded by this older man while being watched by another. He pulled out of my ass and with almost no delay, Chris took his place and pushed his cock into me, going slowly for 4 or 5 thrusts before taking his chance to plow away at my hole. I screamed into the pillow as the pleasure ripped through my body while my sphincter screamed from the pain of being stretched. "Oh fuck yeah slut, you are taking these cocks so nice," he said as he furiously plowed me. "Now that you are open up, let's have some fun." He spanked my ass a few times as he slammed into me. He would switch from fast, hard plowing of my ass, to slow, methodical penetrations where I could feel every inch of him filling me and leaving me. Steve was at my head and pulled my hair. I moved into a doggy style position in my hands and knees and Steve drove his lubed cock into my mouth. The lube wasn't the best flavor in the world, but it wasn't bad either and I honestly didn't care. With his hand in my hair, he pushed in and began to fuck my face hard, his cock slipping easily into my throat because of the lube. They tag teamed me from each end and spit-roasted me hard and fast. I was in heaven as these men used me. Chris pulled out and Steve did so as well. Chris pulled me by my hair till I was down on the ground. They stood around me again with their cocks and he said to Steve, "Grab the lube off of the table for me, will ya?" Steve grabbed the lube and handed it to him. Chris looked down at me and spat on my face. He then slapped me a few times and said, "You like being our whore, slut?" "Yes, yes," I moaned, wanting them back inside of me. He slapped me a few more times, not too hard, but enough to excite me from the abuse. "Open your mouth, bitch," he said, "and keep it open." I opened my mouth and he held the bottle of lube out and let a long stream pour into my mouth. The taste, again, was not what I would actively seek out, but I could easily deal with it. He stopped the stream and then quickly pushed his cock into my mouth and right down into my throat. The lube made it even easier for him to bury his dick fully in me. He stood above me, bent over slightly and held my head and fucked my face straight down, my head tilted back giving him a straight path down my throat. We were making a sloppy, wet gurgling sound as he violated my over-lubed throat. Chris pulled out and Steve took his place. They were very forceful with their fucking of my face now that I was lubed up. I was spitting and coughing a mixture of lube and spit as they went at me without holding back. They each took another turn face banging me solo and then, when Steve pulled out, they let me hold my head up normal and they took to pushing their hard, angry cocks into my mouth together. "Only fucking whore's take two cocks in one hole," said Chris. "What a pathetic little slut. He just can't get enough dick in him," said Steve. Their cocks snaked across my face and slid into my open mouth, my tongue lapping away at their heads and shafts while my lips tried to hold on to both at the same time. "Ok, get the fuck up," said Chris. They pulled me up and then moved me to the bed, putting me on my back with my head hanging off. Chris got on the bed and grabbed my legs, lifting them up and presenting my ass to him. He pushed into me with almost no resistance now and began to fuck me hard. Steve stood close to my head and poured more lube on his cock. He stroked it, his dick slick and dripping with excess lube before pushing it into my mouth and deep into my throat. They plowed me from both ends again, continually talking shit to me about how much of a slut I was to let two strangers into my home to fuck me. They slapped me and spit on me, all which turned me on even more. They went to switch again, but had me move. Steve laid down on the bed and had me straddle him. I squatted down on his cock and began to bounce myself on him while Chris stood and fucked my face. I found my legs starting to burn and felt sympathy for every girl who had ever rode me and complained about her legs hurting. It was a challenge if you weren't used to it. After a few minutes, they wanted to switch again so they had me climb off Steve's cock. Chris told Steve to stay how he was, but slide further up on the bed. Chris laid down with his legs straddling Steve's and moved himself so that the bottom ridge of his cock was against the bottom ridge of Steve's. He held them up and said, "Get down here and suck us both bitch." Stuck in the Middle Ch. 02 With their cocks together in this position, I could easily slide them both into my mouth, much easier than they could do trying to come at me from each side while standing. Chris found the bottle of poppers and told me to take a hit off of them I did as I was told and then attacked their cocks again. It felt amazing to have both of their cocks filling my mouth. I lapped, kissed and sucked away at their gorgeous tools. "Oh, that's it," said Chris. "Fucking hell, that feels good," said Steve. "You like those cocks like that slut?" Chris asked. "Ummmm-hmmmmrph," I said affirmatively, slobbering away at their tools. "Good, cause next time we come over, they're going in your ass like this," he said. I let out a long moan. "That's it whore. Suck you ass off our cocks," said Steve. "God, I love a dirty slut." I pulled up to catch my breath and Steve slid out. He got up and walked around the bed to where my ass was and pulled me to the ground. My legs were a bit wobbly as I stood next to the bed and he pushed me over at the waist, presenting my ass for him. As he pushed into me, Chris readjusted with his legs spread and presented his cock to my mouth. He grabbed my head and started slamming my face up and down his dick with rough, violent thrusts. With Steve now in my ass, he began to ram into me from the back and once again, I was spit-roasted, albeit in a different position. This was the third position they had used me from both ends in. I was moaning and grunting around Chris's cock, occasionally screaming out as he would hit an extremely sensitive section of my ass or even as he would hit a sore spot in my ass. They had been pounding away at me for who knows how long and my ass was feeling very good, and yes, even a bit sore. "Oh yeah, this is it. This is how I'm going to breed this fucker," said Steve, his grip on my hips growing tighter, his pounding growing rougher and increasing in speed. I was grunting uncontrollably as Steve drilled away at my ass. Every time I would lose focus on Chris's dick as he slammed my face down on his rigid member, he would jam further into my throat which would cause me to gag, cough and spew saliva. He never let up though and they continued to abuse me from both ends, sending me to new levels of bliss. I found that I loved the way they were using me. It was primal and animalistic. They were angry or frustrated or whatever and they were taking it out on me. This is exactly how I wanted them to be with me. Mean, violent, angry and not afraid to just use me like a piece of meat. Steve slammed into me, his cock hitting my "OH MY GOD" spot over and over. I was lost in carnal pleasure as my ass, no longer what could be considered virgin anymore, grasped at his dick, pleading for it to keep ramming in and out of me. I was choking on Chris's member as he was insistent on his cock staying buried in my throat or mouth while Steve humped away, using my ass for release. Steve began to grunt heavily and pound even harder. My body was slammed against the bed, my head thrown towards Chris who slammed me down on his hard shaft. It was a synchronous dance of violation with me as the willing recipient. I heard Steve growl and with a guttural yell, I felt his cock explode in my ass as he continued thrusting into me, drawing out the pleasure of his orgasm. I moaned loudly around Chris's dick as I felt the heat of Steve's cum flood my anal canal. I had been breed for the first time in my life. After wearing and even swallowing a lot of cum in the past, this was the very first time I had ever had a man fuck me and then cum in my ass. I was a true bottom now. He continued to slide in and out of me for a few strokes, his dick still hard, but not as hard as before. He pulled out and I felt his cum leak from my ass and start to run down my legs. Chris got up and quickly moved around behind me while Steve took his place and presented his cum-covered cock to my mouth. "Clean me up you hot little bitch," he said. I took his engorged cock into my mouth and began to clean him, licking and sucking his cum from him while Chris pushed into my well gaped ass. My eyes fluttered as he expanded my ass again. Within moments, he was pounding away at my hole with the vigor of a man who was ready to cum. While I held Steve's dick in my mouth, his member losing rigidity and snaking and bending to fill my mouth with his flesh, Chris rammed into me with strong strokes. Building upon what Steve had started, I felt my body responding pleasurably to his penetrations. I felt like I was heading towards an orgasm, yet the feeling was different than when I was about to cum from my dick. It was deeper and seemed to encompass my entire body. I moaned deeply around Steve's cock that was stuffed in my mouth. My body jerked with every thrust. Chris was grasping my hips so hard, I was sure I was going to have bruises in the morning, but I didn't fucking care. "Uhnnmrph" "Unnnmrph" "Unhnnmrph" Over and over, he slammed into me while pulling me back towards him with every powerful thrust. He was taking years of wanting to fuck me out on my ass in one fell swoop. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, went our skin, quickly and loudly as he fucked me. Steve was content to let his large dick fill my mouth as I was vigorously taken. I felt my own orgasm building inside of me, the continual stimulation of my prostate taking me to heights I had never felt before. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap went our bodies. It was building inside me, so close now. I was whimpering and moaning around Steve's cock. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap went his thighs against my ass. I exploded. I experienced my first anal orgasm and it threw me into a violent shake, my legs collapsing and my body held up only by the bed and Chris's powerful hands. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, he continued to fuck me, my orgasm never subsiding, just growing and making me even more sensitive. I felt him slam into me really hard and his cock exploded several spurts of hot cum in my ass. Instead of just continuing his same speed like Steve had, he came by slamming into me, pulling almost out, slamming back in, repeat, like he was accentuating the fact that he had bred me with several single, strong thrusts. He collapsed forward on to me, his dick still buried in me and Steve's limp, but thick cock still filling my mouth. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the silent moment that was only filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing. Chris finally pulled out and I rolled over, aware now that I had also ejaculated from the process. I was a sticky mess, but I was in heaven. I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to see Chris starting to straddle my face. He slipped his slimy dick into my mouth and began to pump away so that I could clean him up. I laid there and let him just slowly fuck my face, letting my lips and tongue lap away at his cum covered shaft and head. He then got off of me and moved to the floor where he stood up and walked into the bathroom. Steve followed him and they grabbed some wash clothes and cleaned themselves up further, wiping away the remaining cum, lube and sweat from their bodies. I remained on the bed, reminiscing in the afterglow of their glorious use of me as they began to dress. Not much was said. Not much needed to be said at that point. "So, how was your first time?" asked Steve, breaking the silence. "It was . . .," I started, then paused for effect, "fucking fantastic." They laughed at me. "Well, glad you enjoyed it," said Chris. "You did well for your first time. Hell, you did good period." "Thanks," I said. "When can we do it again?" They burst out laughing. "Give me your number," said Steve. "We can hook up anytime I am free." He looked at Chris and said, "That work for you too?" "Works for me," he said. I gave them both my numbers and told them to just call me or text me theirs and I would save them. "No need to go up to the bookstore anymore," said Steve. "Anytime we want to get off, we can just let this hot little slut know we are coming and he can take care of us." "Sounds good to me," said Chris. "But I have to get home or my wife is going to start thinking something." "Yeah, me too," replied Steve. "Hey slut, we are going to let ourselves out. Keep your phone by you at all times and keep yourself clean and hairless for us. You never know when we are going to want to get off." "Yes sirs," I said, still laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in my post-orgasmic state. I heard them leave, the door being closed behind them. I stayed where I was for a few more minutes before looking over at the clock and noticing it was just after 5pm. With nothing left to do on this Saturday, I lazily got up and went back into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, waited for the water to warm up and then stepped in. I let the water cascade down my smooth body while my mind replayed the events of the day. It had started out as just an afternoon ready to suck some cock to which two men had shared my mouth but ended up with them here, in my apartment, literally sharing me from each end as they took my anal virginity. After about twenty minutes, I finally turned off the water, grabbed the towel and dried off. I looked at myself in the mirror, hairless, skin pink from the water and saw myself in a new light. I had really enjoyed today. I almost cursed myself for not going through with anal sex before. All this wasted time. I also found that I enjoyed being spit-roasted. I liked being stuck in the middle of two cocks slamming into me from both ends. I smiled. I then walked naked out of my bathroom, through my bedroom towards the living room and kitchen so I could grab a bottle of water. As I exited my room, I froze. There, sitting on my couch, still dressed in her work clothes, was Kari. "We should talk," she said, smiling and looking at my naked body. Stuck in the Middle With You! INTRODUCTION If recent sex polls are to be believed, women fantasise about having sex with another girl more than they do about their existing partner, or indeed another guy. It seems men are not the only ones who have been harbouring desires to have their lady cavort naked in a sensual bi-girl tryst. Since the advent of the Luvved Up! 'E' Generation in the early 90's, more and more females it seems are exploring their own sexuality. We are becoming tuned into our feminine side and as the 'new' man was buried, the 'new' girl was born and boy are we keen and ready to experiment. If you have laboured at the thought of initiating your lady into a 'ménage a trios', the chances are it's already crossed her mind so perhaps it's time to ask her. Be warned though, with all this new found sexual freedom, you guys might actually find yourselves standing on the sidelines. The common perceived notion that it's the ladies who get jealous of partners during a threesome, turns out to be not entirely true. There seems to be a common delusion that men have conceived, nurtured and cherished over the years, when you have two girls in the bed they are there to please you. It's no wonder your girlfriend hasn't agreed. You see, she can have you at home any night of the week, so you'll probably figure very little into her fantasy. When she does get down to business with another girl you may suddenly find you are not the focus of her attentions, and like last years Christmas present, you are no longer her new toy. You may have been her Woody but the new girl is now a Buzz! Imagine how you would feel watching your lady have sex with another guy. Although she may quite like the idea of a 'threesome', the word 'threesome' means exactly that. Only the most incredibly secure and assured of our species will entertain you having sex with another girl whilst she is left watching. The rest will find it hard to tame a furnace of jealousy and betrayal and you could find yourself single and back in the dating game. I can guarantee if your lady is going to first of all agree to allow another girl to join you, and secondly enjoy the experience with no after thoughts of jealousy or suspicion, she will only do it on her terms and you my friend are just along for the ride. If she feels you have the ulterior motive of expanding your own sexual conquests with your guest, rather than solely seeing her enjoy herself with another girl, you will not succeed in your conquest. Does that mean we have double standards? Probably, after all you want to see us girls' play together a lot more than we necessarily want you to watch, so it is feasible that YOU could easily find yourself surplus to requirements. This is where you have to learn to play the game by our rules and master the art of subtle manipulation. If you allow us to indulge and control our fantasies in this unfamiliar territory, we'll probably enjoy it more and the chances are you will be rewarded with further experiences and opportunities. It's a Win-Win situation! If however we feel you will hijack the fantasy, hog all the limelight yourself, or worse, lavish too much attention elsewhere, you lose BIG TIME! After all, what's to stop us taking ourselves off and enjoying the experience alone, without you ever even knowing? HOW OUR FUN BEGAN My boyfriend and I had discussed the idea of indulging in a night of passion with another girl for ages before we finally decided we were secure enough together and ready to experiment. But once we admitted we both liked the idea and felt ready we actually started to look and talk in depth about the kind of girl we both might like and what sort of limits we would adhere to. Him with his Jordan (busty glamour model) obsession and me with my Nicole Kidman fantasy, we needed to find a compromise. All this activity fired up our already intensely steamy sex lives and I suddenly found myself becoming a massive tease. From trawling the Internet and describing in detail what kind of positions I'd like to try with each girl, to flirting with shop assistants and waitresses in his presence. I was in my element and he was in a constant state of arousal. Just the mere thought of me with another girl had my fella so fired up we'd collapse into bed for marathon sex sessions, with our 'pretend' friend. I must confess it was a little embarrassing at first admitting exactly what I wanted from the experience, other than just to satisfy my bi-curiosity. It was like playing sexual dominos knocking down our inhibitions and it was amazing what else we discovered about each other. Taking a lot of advice from 'initiated' friends and establishing a few ground rules from the outset would hopefully help us both do what we had envisaged - have great sex with a sexy Jordon/Nicole hybrid, which should settle somewhere around 36DD - with little or no jealous aftermath. The conditions we settled on allowed me to choose the girl. He would watch and when and if I felt comfortable he could join in, if not, he would have his own private show and enough wanking fodder to keep him housebound for weeks. The girl I decided had to be a complete stranger as the last thing I wanted was to bump into them in the supermarket at a later point. Neither was I about to entertain the idea of drafting in a friend for the evening - a recipe for disaster. So we decided not to play in our own back yard but to travel and meet her in another town. The most important detail we both agreed on, was that the girl I chose was there to please us, and not the other way round. We were not about to pay to get her off, until she got us off first. This was probably the most expensive sex toy that money could buy and the prices these girls charge made even the hardened shopper in me nervous. I mean, it's not like you can send her back! I spent ages looking for the right girl and I have to say that during this process I found myself fascinated and shocked by the variety of services on offer. Prices and services vary depending upon how far down the fetish chain you want to go and with what pedigree of lady. I figured that the higher the price and the more limited the service would at least offer some guarantee of classy entertainment for the evening. As I'm blonde and my guy has dark hair, I finally triumphed on a cute 36C redhead. I really liked the idea of contrast but the girl also needed to meet some other important criteria. The last thing either of us wanted was to go down on some cheap 'Kings Cross' toothless alcho-whore. We wanted clean, discreet, easy-going eye candy and the search finally ended on the Internet with Cindy, a 29yr old experienced high-class Escort from a highbrow borough of London. The fact she offered neither anal or watersports clinched the deal for me, and looking nothing like Jordan was a welcome bonus. I contacted her agency who provided me with her mobile number and I nervously called her to make a booking. Cindy admitted it was a welcome change to be contacted by a female and was more than happy to 'meat' us. We made an arrangement for the following weekend. FINAL COUNTDOWN.... The next weekend we booked into an extravagant room in a top London Hotel. I spent the afternoon in Soho buying myself the most expensive French undies my boyfriends' wages would allow. I figured it was important for me to look and feel as sexy as possible and stunning lingerie is a definite confidence boost! Thankfully I was assured my boyfriends' g-string elephant pouch would not be making an appearance. At 9pm Hotel reception called up to say a 'young lady' had arrived and I asked them to send her up to our room. This was our 5 minute countdown to fantasy time! One last check of each others breath/feet/bits and we were ready for action. A few minutes later came a timid knock at the door and for the first time we met our evenings entertainment.....Sex Toy Cindy! Make no mistake Cindy was certainly stunning. Deep red hair, bright green eyes and a gorgeous pert figure. I actually marvelled at my purchase. My guy played the gentleman and made us drinks as I sorted her payment and clarified some basic ground rules, most importantly, no sex between him and her without a condom. She opened her bag to show us a scary selection of toys and an array of 'role-play' outfits and asked if there was anything special we'd like her to wear. Knowing my boyfriends ridiculous kink for the French maid uniform I suggested that would be a good start and she headed off to the bathroom. Five minutes later she emerged in full fantasy regalia including frilly apron, crotch-less panties and tickling stick! Breaking the ice, my boyfriend sat back wide eyed in his chair and sleazily suggested Cindy might like to 'clean me'. Controlling my laughter and with a bemused look upon my face I found myself on the bed with her 'dusting' off my bra and knickers and my guy starting to visibly drool. After the initial embarrassment things started to improve and we made a natural progression as heads, hands, arms, legs and everything else entwined and we got down to business. I had never gone down on another girl, and although I was very curious I was also really apprehensive. How awkward would it be if I didn't like it or if she smelt or tasted bad? Or worse, what if her topiary skills were lacking and her garden overgrown? I started to see things from the male angle. I eventually gathered my nerve and pulled off her panties to find I needn't have worried, she had waxed and plucked to within an inch of her life. We manoeuvred into a 69 position so my drooling Voyeur could get a 'birds eye' view of my technique as she straddled my face. This was a defining moment between my boyfriend and I. Our eyes locked lovingly... he smiled encouragingly.....I hit the spot...and all hell broke loose! AND THEN THE SCREAMING STARTS.... A guttural scream erupted from Cindy and her thighs started to crush my head, along with my passion. My first thoughts were, how can she come so quickly, and how dare she before me? She is a professional and if anything I would expect her to be a lot less receptive, and besides, I had paid to come first. It turned out not only was she seriously NOISY but our girl was also a very nasty fuck who had mastered every line of the hardcore porn star phrase book. Our evening's entertainment could hit pitches and decibels that rival a Slayer gig and the filth that spewed from her mouth would have made me laugh, if only I could breathe. Every time I honed in on her she screamed and bucked so much I actually started to panic she would break my nose, or worse, I'd get cauliflower ears from the friction. My first girl on girl experience could see me emerging like a bruised Rugby scrum-half! I decided in this instance I'd risk it. She had satisfied so many other criteria and the fact I'd already paid her, persuaded me a few screams and some perverse commentary could be tolerated. So I closed my eyes and clung on for the duration. After such a workout of digging, swirling, flicking, stroking and sucking I had throbbing jaw ache and bruised cheeks. It was time for a change of scenery. I indicated that maybe my boyfriend would like to join her, and he intimated 'would he ever'. A quick change of position, a few banged heads, and I was on my back as they both probed together. Now this was an interesting scenario. I'd often wondered if the female touch could, as believed, surpass my boyfriend and I got my answer. Although precise, tender, and with a serious intention for finding sensitive areas, I can't say she delivered anything more impressive than my boyfriend does on a regular basis. When they went head to head, he had the Midas touch! I was still unsure about how far I could go with this before I got jealous twinges and the first of these surfaced during his two-girl blowjob. I love giving my guy head and have lovingly mastered my craft. Cindy was sincerely impressed with my technique but couldn't wait to deliver a few choice moves of her own. When she knelt before him, I felt the territorial bitch in me finally stir as I watched her swallow his entire length. Fuck! This girl could seriously deep throat and not only was it an impressive sight, it was causing impressive reactions from my guy! Although the act was keeping her very quiet, he now took up the challenge. I have to admit that after years of practice I still can't reach those last three inches, but hats off; Cindy took it with unnerving ease. At one point she even added one of his balls to her already gorged mouth. I was no longer territorial over him; I was envious of her talent, and begged to be shown her tricks. This was worth every penny. I'd always wanted to surpass the gag factor and here I was being given Deep Throat lessons from a serious Pro! After lavishing some serious attention on our male member, I was in desperate need of some good solid action. My boyfriend had expressed a long held desire to watch me go down on a girl whilst he took me from behind. This worked well until the screaming started again but this time aimed at him. Wails of "That's it! Yeah baby fuck her hard" reverberated around the room and I started to lose my composure and giggle. When she asked if I would use her strap-on on her I found myself eagerly agreeing just to have five minutes silence whilst she found it. Out of her bag came one of the biggest 'bully-boy' dildos I have ever seen! This thing was at least 13 inches in length, 3inches in diameter and weighed a ton. She helped me into a kind of harness and with both her hands lubed the giant Day-Glo pink jelly cock, now protruding from between my legs. I felt a sudden shudder at the thought of working this humungous beast inside her and the noise it would evoke. I struggled to control it's slippery substance with two hands, and though found my target, couldn't quite get leverage. Eventually, it glided in with a little too much ease for my liking. I could tell that this pussy has seen some serious strap-on action over the years and 'tying a plank to my arse to stop me falling in' seriously crossed my mind as she wailed away! With both of us standing there grinning, watching her face contort with every thrust I actually realised we were going to see Cindy cum. In what form this would manifest itself was anyone's guess. She said she offered a discrete service but her wailing and profanities had probably been heard in reception. I hinted she might like to occupy her mouth, and suggested my boyfriend oblige. I surprised myself, not only was I really enjoying this, but now I was the one giving orders. The look on her face as she finally came was an absolute revelation. It was like controlling some bizarre human pinball machine. My boyfriend at the helm firing signals of encouragement, her with arms and legs flailing, chest flushing red and weird noises sounding with every thrust of action. At that split moment in time I caught a glimpse of what men see before they shoot their bolt and I loved it!...........but then our money ran out. CONCLUSION So what did we learn? Actually quite a lot, including some great tricks for giving head and a dictionary of dirty talk! I also learned that although I enjoyed the experience, the best fun was had after Cindy left the building and we had one hell of a party. I can't say that threesomes don't ruin relationships and inspire jealousy, but in our case my boyfriend wasn't afraid to let me take the lead and he was handsomely rewarded. If you ask me to pass on some pearly notes of wisdom to couples out there still in the mental planning stage who want to avoid any jealous aftermath. I say choose very carefully and don't rush in, be honest about your own fantasies but understand they are not reality so be flexible and keep an open mind The simple moral of our story has to be that 'the squeaky wheel gets the grease'. And boy, could that girl squeak! Written by Alice Roissy. Printed in 2000.