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Visiting Friends

By: susurrus



Author's note:

For readers with sensitive dispositions: this story contains bisexual contact between men. I'm not attempting to tell anyone what to do, just consider yourself warned.

Dedicated to the real Bill and Mollie

The key slipped into the lock and turned just like it was supposed to. As I opened the door, I thought how weird it was to just be letting myself in like this: This wasn’t my house! With a flip of the stomach, I took a deep breath and stepped through into someone else’s home.

This was kind of a strange situation. I mean, I’m not the breaking-and-entering type, and I wasn’t doing anything of the sort. Though it was hard to believe, I’d received the key and address in the mail, with instructions to make myself at home if no one was there.

When the door quietly clicked closed, I found myself hoping there weren’t any nosy neighbors calling the police. This whole thing was a little surreal to me, but I’d come nearly two thousand miles - of my own free will - so I wasn’t about to turn back now.

Calling out, I discovered no one home. Good. I was half afraid one of their kids would be home, and I had no bloody idea how I’d explain my presence. “Well, you see, I met your parents through some erotic stories of mine they’d read on the internet, and we’ve been writing dirty emails back and forth for some months now. They said if I ever came to the west coast to let them know and we’d hook up.” Yeah right. I could see the kid running to the phone and dialing 911 immediately.

Turns out, my little explanation there was right on target. Bill and Mollie L--- contacted me with some glowing feedback about how one of my stories had really turned them on, and we started a little email exchange not long after. They both admitted to being really aroused by the sexual imagery in my story, and being the type guy I am, I admitted to having no actual experience with a great majority of the stuff I’d written. They seemed unfazed by that little revelation, and I admitted some curiosity with bisexuality, to have put so much of it in my story.

So, we then began writing to each other. At first, it felt odd, but exciting, to be hearing from and getting suggestive messages from both members of a couple. I’d received naughty messages before from individuals, but this was the first time I’d started anything with an actual man and wife.

Anyhow, the opportunity arose for me to hit the west coast, and I let Bill and Mollie know I was heading their direction. After a couple of messages and some real soul searching, I gave them my real name and address. It was a tough decision to make. I mean, I was having a good time with these people, but did I really want them to know who I was in real life? Hell, as far as I knew, Bill and Mollie Lawrence were pseudonyms for Charles Manson and Squeaky Fromme.

Nevertheless, my heart was pounding like mad when I hit the “Send” button on the email with my name and address on it. There was no retrieving it after that, so I went – lightheaded - to bed, hoping for the best, and dreading the worst.

Within a few days, though, I received an envelope in the mail, bearing the names of “William and Mollie L---” and an address in California. These people really *did* exist! Huzzah!

I opened the letter and pulled out the paper inside. Something fell out on the floor. A key. 

Picking up the key, I unfolded the letter and read:

Susurrus!

It’s great to hear you’re coming out this way! Here’s a key to our house. You’ll be staying with us. The kids will be away all week, so we’ll have the place to ourselves! We’ll be happy to show you the sights, and maybe you’ll get a chance to meet some of our friends. We can’t wait to meet you.

See you when you get here,

Bill and Mollie

Wow. No beating around the bush with these two. Which, according to my stiffening cock, was just fine. We hadn’t sent any pictures of one another out, so we had no idea if we’d be anywhere near interested once we met for real, but here they were, sending me the key *to their house!* The thought that they trusted *me* was intoxicating. For all *they* knew, I was really Ted Bundy or something. And there was no question in the note: I *was* staying at their place. I found myself really looking forward to the trip.

I packed light. The weather where they were couldn’t possibly be as cold and nasty as it was where I was coming from, as well as the hopeful notion that we’d be living out some of the scenarios we’d drawn out in some of our steamier chats. Therefore, I figured I probably wouldn’t need an awful lot of clothing.

So, there I was, standing two steps into Bill and Moll’s house, wondering what the fuck to do next. After a couple minutes of indecision, my bladder told me my first order of business. 

Thankful there *was* no one home – I hate going to visit someone and having the first thing out of my mouth after hello is, “Where’s the bathroom?” - I wandered through the house for a minute or two before discovering my destination.

That taken care of, I decided to look for somewhere to put my bag. I once again searched the house, finally going upstairs, where I found the kids’ rooms, their parents’ room, an upstairs bath, and adjacent to that, a spare bedroom. 

Tossing my bag on the bed, I sat down and considered the way this whole thing had come out. Here I was a *long* way from home, in somebody else’s house, somebody I’d never even met in real life!

Having no idea when Bill and Moll would be getting home, I figured I’d take the time to wash the “dust of the road” off. Locating a towel, I hopped in the shower and enjoyed the feel of the hot, wet spray on my weary body. I hoped I’d have enough energy for whatever my two horny friends might have planned when they arrived, but was pretty sure I’d be able to “rise to the occasion” once the play picked up.

A naughty thought popped into my head as I was drying myself, and after hanging up the wet towel, I padded - completely naked - down to the living room. Anticipation and fear had me half-hard while I waited. 

I could have probably turned on the TV to kill some time, but found my mind working overtime, wondering what kind of filthy, fun acts we’d get into once they got home. The scenarios playing out in my head had me stiffer than hell in no time, but I refrained from touching myself, deciding to wait for whatever was to come.

I was so wrapped up in my own mind that I barely noticed the sound of a key in the lock. A sudden bolt of terror streaked through me, ‘What if I’m somehow at the wrong place? Here I am, sitting bare-ass naked, in a *total stranger’s house!* What the fuck was I *thinking?*’

There was nowhere to run, so I just stayed where I was, and found myself realizing that, if anything, my cock had gotten even stiffer than it had been before. As quickly as the fear had risen, it was replaced by a large, overwhelming dollop of boldness.

‘Fuck it. I’m here, they’re there, we’ll see how they react soon enough.’ I grabbed my stiff cock and started to brazenly stroke it. By god, if I was going to get caught, I wasn’t going to get caught cowering like an embarrassed ass! I watched the door with a defiant look, my hand moving smoothly up and down my length, the shaft shiny and slick with pre-cum. 

The first one in the door was Mollie - or at least, I figured it was her - followed closely by Bill. Bill nearly knocked his wife over. She’d seen me right away when she entered and stopped dead in her tracks. He had no idea she’d stopped moving and continued into the house, not realizing she was just standing, stunned.

Mollie looked a little dumbfounded at first, but that was quickly replaced by realization, then when she saw my attire and what I was doing, lust. Bill was a little nonplussed by his wife’s lack of movement, until he saw me. He didn’t need the confusion part, he realized who I was right away. His lust popped up, followed quickly by the bulge in his jeans.

Relief swept through me, and I relaxed a bit, continuing the attention to my hard-on. These were indeed my people, and at the moment, the way I was dressed and what I was doing was the perfect way to greet them.

Bill and Mollie approached the couch, still not saying a word. The looks on their faces said everything. There wasn’t going to be any of that inane, “How was your trip” stuff. Evidently, we were going to get right to it. Of course, I’d started the ball rolling before they even arrived, but it appeared there were no arguments.

For a moment, there seemed to be some indecision as to where to begin. That brief hesitation gave me the chance to get a good look at the two of them.

Now, to be honest, neither of them were fashion models, but then again, I’m not either. They weren’t at all hard to look at though, and I found my mind starting to spin with possibilities. 

Mollie was just as the few descriptions I’d received stated: petite, reddish hair, and from the silhouette showing through her gauzy little dress, a lovely little body that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. 

Bill was sort of a cipher in our physical descriptions of ourselves, so I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew what size his cock was: that was a number his wife seemed pleased with and had no problem letting out, but really, any other physical description of the guy was left to the imagination. From where I was on the couch, he appeared to be maybe a couple inches shorter than me, and a tad stockier, but still a fine looking man. I found myself tingling at the thought of having both of them to myself.

In the time it took me to get a first good look at this sexy couple, it appeared they’d decided what they wanted to do. They both started closer to where I sprawled, and began undoing buttons and reaching for hemlines.

Confusion crossed their faces when I stopped them from stripping. Didn’t I want what they were offering? Little did they realize that I was recalling something else I’d learned from our electronic correspondence. The smile that came to my lips must have been reassurance that I wasn’t rejecting them, because, slowly, their simmering horniness returned.

No, what I’d remembered was the little revelation that they both delighted in taking turns being dominant over each other. I’d also been told of times where some of their friends had dominated them together, and thought it’d be kind of fun to try that now.

It was almost a shock when I broke the silence that had reigned since Mollie and Bill had gotten home. The tension in the air was high enough that we all three jumped a little when I spoke in a low whisper, (ergo, my sobriquet: Susurrus), “Mollie, put your hand down Bill’s pants and fondle his cock.”

Both of them moaned a little when they realized how I wanted to play this at the moment. There was no argument, though, and husband and wife turned toward each other with lustful looks on their faces. Mollie’s small hands unbuckled Bill’s belt, then slipped into the waistband of his jeans. Moving slightly for a more comfortable angle, her wrist disappeared behind the edge of denim, and I watched the movement of her hand working down toward its destination.

I knew she’d found her target when Bill’s moan was repeated, louder than before. For several minutes, I delighted in my voyeurism, while Bill enjoyed the naughty feeling of his wife’s fingers dancing over his hard shaft. 

Mollie’s grunt of disapproval when I told her to remove her hand from Bill’s hard-on was replaced by a tiny squeal of glee when I quietly ordered, “Strip your husband for me, Moll.”

With the practiced skill of a girl who had done it many times before, Mollie’s slim fingers deftly unbuttoned Bill’s shirt and swept it off his shoulders to the floor. Here was the first male body I’d seen live that I can say I looked at in a sexual manner. Bill was no body builder, but he had a little definition here and there, and I found it a relief that he wasn’t obsessed with his body, because it made me feel better about my own.

Since his belt was already undone, Mollie knelt in front of him and whipped off his jeans. Bill stood there for a second in just his boxers, his cock jutting out obscenely, before his wife grabbed the waistband and pulled them off, too.

I got only a brief glimpse of Bill’s throbbing erection before Mollie, who’d gotten caught up in the moment, made it disappear down her throat.

Wow, Mollie was every bit as enthusiastic a cocksucker as their emails had said. She simply swallowed Bill down with no effort whatsoever. While her lips were occupied with his hard-on, one hand reached up to weigh his beautiful, hanging balls, and the other went further back and fiddled with his sensitive butt.

While I was sure he’d felt this before, the look on Bill’s face told me it was something he had no intention of ever getting tired of. Slowly, ecstatically, his eyes closed, and his head tipped back, simply concentrating on the sensations emanating from his genitals. While I watched, I found myself eagerly anticipating the sight of Mollie kneeling before me, her lips wrapped around my cock head, giving me the kind of blowjob Bill was enjoying at the moment. Just as that image faded from my mind, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be in Mollie’s position. If I was ever going to get the chance to try, it would be with these people.

I found I’d stopped stroking my hard-on, watching these two. My attention was so riveted on the sight of Mollie’s mouth invaded by Bill’s cock, and her hands doing their wonders on the rest of his lower body, that I’d become mesmerized by the immediate display. Never before had I witnessed two people having sex *in real life*. Always it had been on video, and I could now honestly say the videos were nothing in comparison to seeing it just a couple feet away. I realized I’d stopped masturbating when I discovered myself leaning forward to get a closer look.

Now, the distinct possibility exists that that could have been my introduction to sucking cock. I was so wrapped up in what was happening before me, I think I would have kept leaning forward, until I was cheek-to-cheek with Mollie, until she simply offered me the opportunity. Knowing Mollie how I do now, that’s exactly what would have happened.

As it was, Bill came out of his erotic trance for a moment, and I looked up just as a twinge of surprise flicked across his face, as if he’d forgotten I was there. The surprise was short-lived though. When his eyes darted to my stiff, drooling cock, and a smile slowly brightened his face. I just smiled back, then returned my attention to watching Mollie’s expert blowjob technique.

Bill placed a hand on Mollie’s face and cleared his throat quietly. Mollie’s eyes opened slowly, revealing a sizzling, loving lust. She looked up into her husband’s eyes, having become so completely immersed in the raw sensuality of what she was doing, my presence had been blocked from her memory.

Bill nodded slightly in my direction, to try to remind her they weren’t alone. How he could pry himself away from a woman as focused on sex as Mollie appeared to be at the moment escaped me, but she slowly rose from her erotic haze and glanced in the direction of her husband's nod, never once taking his cock from her lips.

Memory flowed back slowly, the primal, sexual creature inside being much more powerful than the reasoning woman at the moment. Suddenly though, the rational Mollie was back, and embarrassed and sheepish as could be at having lost control so easily. Her blush was entrancing, and the girlish bow of her head very erotic. I was looking forward to my time with these people more and more.

Now that Mollie had relinquished her hold on Bill’s cock, I was finally able to get an unobstructed view of it for the first time. It was still stiff, and as the descriptions I’d been given said, it was, indeed, a little smaller than mine, but still enticing. I found myself looking forward to feeling my fingers wrapped around it, just before leaning in and extending my tongue to the drop of pre-cum seeping from the tip. These thoughts were just idle imagination before. I had now placed myself in a situation where curiosity could become reality, all I had to do was screw up the courage to “take the bull (or Bill) by the balls” so to speak.

My musings were interrupted by Bill clearing his throat yet again, this time to wake *me* up. It was my turn to blush and look sheepish, but Bill had noticed where my attention had been, and was grinning back at me: an unspoken promise.

This whole thing was getting out of hand. Somehow, Bill was keeping it all together, I had no fucking idea how. Taking a deep breath, I recovered some of my own composure. Looking over at the two of them, I realized: I still had a sexy lady to get naked!

“Bill, get that damn dress off her,” I told him. With the same kind of wicked anticipation Mollie had shown at the prospect of undressing her husband in front of me, Bill bent over, grabbed the thin straps at his wife’s shoulders and tugged her dress off in a single slick move. 

Voila! Mollie was nude! 

I’d always had a hard time imagining people going out in public wearing *only* enough to cover *exactly* as much as society says it’s necessary to cover. Mollie had been wearing *barely* that! The reality was staring me right in the face, and the revelation was heavenly!

Mollie hadn’t moved yet, her head still bowed, still kneeling at Bill’s feet. She had a fantastic little body. They’d told me she was a little self-conscious about her small breasts, but I thought they were lovely. They had nice, big nipples that I really looked forward to getting my lips around, and from what I knew from our emails, they were *very* sensitive. 

Seeing Mollie kneeling so nude and submissive was simply beautiful, but there was something missing. “Spread your legs, Mollie. Let me see that gorgeous little cunt.”

Never raising her head, and without a word, Mollie inched her knees further and further apart, until I began to wonder just how wide she was going to spread. When she finally stopped, her knees were obscenely wide, exposing her well-trimmed, utterly fucking beautiful pussy. As I watched, I noticed the glint of a thin stream of fluid running down the inside of one thigh. Apparently, Mollie was enjoying this as much as Bill and I obviously were.

My heart pounded madly when I whispered, “Finger your pussy for us, Mollie. Rub yourself, then dip in deep and lick your fingers. Taste yourself for me, baby.”

Mollie’s hands slowly traced down her lithe little body, spending some time along the way to tweak her nipples and give them a slight tug, before continuing lower, until they obscured her smooth crotch in a writhing mass of busy digits. Moll was definitely as hot a lady as I’d been told, and unashamed to perform in front of others. At least, she was unafraid to perform for *me* at the moment. 

After what seemed far too short a time, her shoulders hunched, and her fingers curled up and into her beautiful little body. When they emerged again, they were gleaming with a liberal coat of Mollie juice. Slowly, she trailed her shining hands back up her body, once again taking time to fondle her pretty little breasts, then when her tits and nipples glistened, she abandoned all pretense and popped as many fingers as she could into her mouth.

The moan that came out of her at the taste of her own pussy was intoxicating. She evidently *loved* her personal flavor, something I’d been told, but didn’t really believe until I saw the evidence for myself. 

I have no idea how long she knelt there with her fingers in her mouth, but at some point, she opened her eyes and fixed a penetrating gaze on me. Once she was sure she had my attention, she pulled her fingers out gradually, and started using just her tongue on them, giving me a more sensuous show than she had before.


Visiting Friends



Watching Mollie’s talented tongue dance over her wet fingers had me wondering what that tongue would feel like dancing over some hard, throbbing portion of *my* anatomy.

I think that was the naughty idea Mollie had in mind, too, but she had a treat for me before that.

With a wicked grin, she leaned forward and caught herself on one hand, making sure the wettest one didn’t touch the floor. In a three-legged crawl, she closed the slight distance between us, knelt as close to the couch as she could get, then extended her fingers to me.

With a wicked smile of my own, I leaned in and took her fingers in my mouth. Immediately, my mouth exploded with the taste of pussy. Apparently, Mollie hadn’t really licked that much of her juice off her fingers, because it seemed that there was an *awful* lot of flavor to be had. Not that I was complaining, it was a taste I looked forward to getting a lot more of.

When our eyes met again, I saw many promises, and moaned at the thought. I hoped I’d be staying long enough to partake of as many pleasures as I was being promised.

So entranced I was in what Mollie and I were doing, that I found I'd completely forgotten about Bill. That is, until his stiff cock crept into my peripheral vision. Larger and larger it loomed, until the head lay right against the corner of my mouth. 

This was an invitation I'd traveled two thousand miles to accept. I was so wrapped up in the erotic heat of the situation, that it was only with a shred of regret that I slipped Mollie's fingers from between my lips. Turning my head the slightest bit, I found myself face to face with Bill's swollen cock head. I think my own cock swelled a little more when I felt myself extend my tongue and with a quick little flick, for the first time, tasted the pre-cum from another man's hard penis. The flavor was only slightly different from my own, and mixed with the aftertaste of Mollie's pussy, I wanted more.

I was losing myself in the moment, in the sensuous energy we were generating, in the wonderful nigh-taboo act I was about to take part in. A brief thought of, 'What would the people back home think if they could see me now?' flitted through my mind, but I was so taken by what I was about to do, I doubt anything could have deterred me.

Before, when I'd thought about such things, I imagined myself holding the cock in my hand, comparing the length and girth to my own, examining closely the shape of the head, the pattern of the veins running down the shaft. I imagined gently cupping his balls in my palm, caressing the soft skin and playing with each nut in turn, wondering in the feel of another man's most masculine parts. Before doing anything else, I'd examine every inch of his cock and balls, committing each sight to memory, until I knew his genitals as well as my own. Then, I'd start to lick and suck my way around everything, just the way I like it myself, before "taking the plunge."

Oh yeah, I'd thought about what it'd be like to do this. I just never thought the opportunity would arise to try it, much less that I'd ever have the balls to actually do it, given the chance.

Now, here I was, the cock hovering before my lips, Bill being exceptionally patient, waiting for what was next. I could have chickened out right there, and I was *pretty* sure Bill would have understood, but as I said, I was riding the wave of erotic power we were creating, and although there was a tiny flash of apprehension, it was nothing before the tidal wave of lust I was feeling.

All those imaginings I'd had before were flung out the window. All the touchy-feely shit could wait. Mollie had done a fine job of enflaming my erotic passion, and subduing my doubts.

Just as I'd watched Mollie do earlier, my mouth opened, and my lips closed over the head of Bill's hard cock.

There was a small voice inside me that screamed, "What the fuck are you doing!" but it could barely be heard over the roar of the curiosity that had been building in me ever since I'd sent the message saying I was coming to California. I thought I'd lose my nerve when confronted with actually doing what I was now doing, but Bill's cock tasted great, and I regretted all the time I'd wasted *wondering*. 

As the old cliche goes: "Only a woman knows what feels best to another woman." Similarly, I sucked Bill's cock the way I liked my own worked on. For a first timer, I must have been doing alright, because Bill was moaning and groaning even more than he had when his wife blew him. While I played, I reached up and felt Bill's hanging balls, and marveled at how loose they still were. 

While Bill's cock wasn't huge, I still found myself surprised at how full my mouth felt with his hot, stiff manhood in it. I didn't think I was up to taking more than I already had, but I certainly wanted to take as much as possible before I headed back for home. Fortunately, there was still plenty of time.

Suddenly, it dawned on me: I was a cocksucker! I usually didn't give any thought to such (typically) derogatory terms, but I'd resigned myself to "cuntlicker" a long time ago. And at the moment, with as hot and dirty as we were being, and as much hotter and dirtier as I hoped we'd get, such language fit quite aptly. With a happy moan, I accepted the realization of this added label gladly. I was having so much fun, and felt so good doing it, that it couldn't possibly be wrong.

Reveling in my newfound oral freedom, a brief thought popped into my head: Where had Mollie gotten to?

I didn't need to wonder for long. First, I felt dainty fingers wrap around my hard-on and slide up and down a couple times, using the pre-cum that oozed down my shaft for lubrication. Just when I felt like I'd explode from the fantastic handjob, Mollie pushed me gently down on the couch. Bill just followed my mouth along, not wanting to break contact with my first cock.

Once on my back, Mollie grabbed my ankles and pushed them toward the ceiling. I bent my knees, pulling them to my chest, hoping I knew what was coming. I wasn't disappointed when I felt the electric sensation of Mollie's tongue flickering over my asshole. Through our email correspondence, both Mollie and Bill had told me about their love of rimming. I'd had it done to me a couple times in the past, so I knew how good it felt. Those times had been wonderful, but they were nearly nothing compared with the awesome sensation caused by someone who *truly* enjoyed it!

When Mollie's tongue stabbed into my tight asshole, my mouth opened wide with a surprised gasp. Bill, not one to miss an opportunity, laid his cock right on my tongue and pushed forward.

I was grateful Bill wasn't bigger, because now his cock head lay at the back of my throat. Apparently I'd been wrong when I thought I couldn't take any more. I marveled at the fact that I wasn't gagging at the intrusion, but was proud of myself because of it.

With his erection so deep in my mouth, my nose just touching his pubic bone, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't know if I should just continue fucking his shaft in and out like I had been doing, or just let it sit and do other things. For a minute, I decided to just let myself get used to having a cock so far into my mouth, and continued to play with Bill's balls. 

Mollie's tongue, meanwhile, was doing a mad dance over my butthole, sending shockwaves through my body, waves I hoped I was translating into great sensations on Bill's cock. Mollie was a phenomenal rimjob artist, and while I sucked her husband, I felt deeply honored to be treated to her talent so soon after meeting her.

Sufficiently satisfied I was used to the intruder poking the back of my throat, I started to slowly fuck the drooling shaft in and out of my mouth once again. I'm not sure what the difference was when Bill put his cock in my mouth, as opposed to my doing it myself, but again, I was only able to take just so much before I couldn't take any more.

Bill didn't seem upset by the fact that I was again unable to deep throat him. His wife giving my butt the rimming of a lifetime, I looked up Bill's body and watched his face contort as I did my best to make him feel good. I'd never tried it before with another guy, but hell, I'd never sucked one before either, so I reached between Bill's legs and started to run a finger up and down the crack of Bill's ass.

The moan that came from his lips told me he was ready for whatever I had in mind. With my mouth wrapped around his beautiful, stiff penis, I think Bill *wanted* what I had in mind. His body shuffled back and forth a little as he slid his feet further apart, spreading the cheeks of his smooth butt, and giving me better access to the tight little pucker at their center.

I, of course, was doing quite a bit of moaning, myself, I was so enjoying what I was doing and what was being done to me. Mollie was untiring in her voracious loving of my ass, and I found myself not minding in the least that she was avoiding my cock and balls altogether.

Just as I started to push a finger against the ring of Bill's asshole, he pulled away, surprising and confusing the hell out of me. Was I doing something wrong? Had he been lying when he said he liked to have his butt played with? Mollie'd been playing with it earlier. What the fuck was happening?

The smile returned to my face when Bill started to lay over my body in a sixty-nine, so he could suck me at the same time I sucked him, and so Mollie could continue what she'd been doing the past several glorious minutes.

As quickly as possible, I got Bill back in my mouth, and gasped again at the feeling of my own cock being swallowed. 

Now, this was another first for me. I'd had my cock sucked many times before, but always, I'd been sucked by women. It had always been an otherworldly experience, and I had no intention of giving it up, but Bill was doing things to me I couldn't remember a woman doing before.

Mollie's mouth on my ass, coupled with the mindfuck I was giving myself at my first cocksucking, not to mention the expert blowjob Bill was giving me had me barreling toward an orgasm in a big hurry. 

Was it *my* voice telling Bill to stop sucking me? Fuck, I wanted to cum in the worst way (or best way, however you want to look at it), but I knew I'd have to rest for a while before I'd be able to do anything more, and I didn't want to quit just yet.

With some reluctance, Bill slipped his mouth off me, and I gave him one more quick in-and-out, promising myself to taste more of him later, feel it pulse as it shot jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth, and get my first mouthful of another man's semen, straight from the source.

God, was I really becoming such a slut? I'd had nasty thoughts before, but I was thinking things I'd only imagined in the past. I was going into overload. I wanted sex almost any way I could get it, and knew these two would do practically anything I wanted to make those wishes reality. It was an overwhelming thought, but one I could deal with.

Bill rolled off me, and I very reluctantly stretched back out, forcing Mollie to end her furiously enthusiastic rimjob. Glancing at each of them in turn, I could see the question in both their faces. Before either of them could ask, I turned to Mollie, "Now, for some of this pussy."

At the sound of that, Mollie and Bill glanced at one another with huge grins on their faces. Suddenly, I was taken by the apparently total lack of jealousy in these two. They simply wanted the other to feel good, regardless of who that other was, and if they managed to get some overt pleasure in that accomplishment, all the better. Bill seemed truly delighted in the idea that I liked his wife enough to want her, and that she was going to get some of what he'd gotten just a few minutes before.

I got off the couch, brushing against Bill's hard-on in the process, and knelt on the floor while Mollie arranged herself. While she squirmed trying to get herself aligned in front of me, she swung one leg up and over my head, giving me a delicious view of her clean-shaven pussy. 

Getting a little impatient while Mollie wiggled and jiggled trying to find a spot she liked, I reached out and grabbed her hips. With a little squeal from her, I dragged her pretty little ass to the edge of the couch.

Oh my, the smell of hot, horny pussy that wafted up from between that girl's spread legs... I nearly came from the intoxicating odor! Seconds away from diving down to get closer to the source of that amazing aroma, I was surprised by the feeling of fingers on my cock. I'd gotten so hypnotized by the sight and smell of Mollie's fabulous cunt that I'd forgotten that there was someone else in the room.

This was happening quite a lot with these two. It was quite a testament to how sexy I found them to be, to get so distracted.

Anyhow, Bill had knelt down beside me and taken my stiff cock in his hand and started to stroke it. I let myself be led by this man to his wife's waiting pussy. A drop of pre-cum leaked from my cock and dripped onto Mollie's hungry, distended clit just before Bill guided my cockhead up and down the length of her hot slit.

My god, I could hardly wait to feel more. I shivered while Bill ran my cock up and down Mollie's pussy, before he placed the head at her soaking entrance. I concentrated for a minute, my cock twitching in the shallow penetration, trying to keep from cumming right then and there. I'd been excited since I arrived, and the activity that had been going on since Bill and Moll got home had me building higher and higher.

Feeling my cock pulsing, just barely parting her pussy lips, soon had Mollie panting in erotic desperation. I glanced over at Bill, who had removed his hand once he'd placed me where I wanted to be, and watched for a moment as his own cock twitched in sympathy to mine in his wife. A whimper out of Mollie drew my attention back to the matter at hand, and I watched my cock sink slowly into her dripping pussy as I pushed my hips forward little by little, forcing myself to take some time.

Far too shortly, though, I was as deep as I could go, and let out a low moan the same time, a similar sound came from Mollie's lips. Oh god, she felt good! I couldn't imagine how Bill ever managed to get anything done, with a pussy like this so close at hand.

Mollie's pussy had all but sucked my cock inside, then held me in place when our pubic areas touched. Had I wanted to, I'd have been unable to start stroking in and out of her, her inner muscles gripped me so tight. Fortunately, I was in no hurry. Mollie's pussy felt so good, I had no intention of rushing anything. At that point, I think if I could have spent the entire visit right here, I'd have considered my trip well worth it.

I had no idea how long I stayed there, sunk to the hilt inside Mollie's cunt, but it was a blissful time, and as I said earlier, there was no rush. When I did finally move, I wasn't the one who led the initial movement. In fact, Mollie's pussy practically spit my cock out on its own, then drew it back in, all by itself.

Realizing I'd had my eyes closed, I finally opened them to see Mollie below me, a vague smile on her face, but more than that, a look of intense concentration. The product of that concentration was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and bet that I'd never feel again from any other woman. Mollie's pussy was fucking me, seemingly, all by itself, with little other movement from either of us.

I dragged my own concentration from what was happening to my cock, and met Bill's eye. He sat there with an ear-to-ear grin on his face, obviously knowing what his talented little wife was doing to me, and the look on my face must have told him how much I was enjoying myself.

After several minutes where Mollie milked my cock furiously, I finally felt the intense pressure ease, and a slow sigh escaped from her as she relaxed from the difficult control she'd been maintaining. At the sound of her sigh, I looked down and saw the tired, but blissful look she wore. Her eyes were closed, and I think she was now simply concentrating on the sensation of my cock filling her tight little pussy.

I remained still while she lay there. I was waiting for some kind of indication that she wanted me to move. Occasionally I felt her inner muscles grip, then release, but nothing like the intense feelings she'd been causing earlier.

Eventually, her eyes opened, and a broad smile appeared on her face when she looked up at me. She was definitely pleased I was there, as much - probably - as I was.

Slowly, I moved my hips back, drawing my shaft from her grasping cunt. We both gasped at the feeling. The milking bit she'd been doing to me had inched me closer to climax, I had to move slowly to keep some semblance of control, otherwise, as with Bill, I'd be shooting off within seconds, and still I wanted all this to last.

While I fucked in and out, I was concentrating so hard on keeping my cool and not cumming right away, that I lost sight of Bill. I'd have been happy for him to stick his cock in my mouth again. It might have distracted me a little from the sensational thrills coursing through my genitals, but Bill had disappeared.

Or so I thought.

I jumped when I felt hands on my ass. This was the first time another man had fondled any portion of my anatomy in a sexual manner. I knew this whole visit was going to be chock full of firsts for me, primarily in relation to this man whose fingers were caressing my butt. I'd never thought how sensitive my rear could be, but just the feeling of Bill's fingers on my skin was something special. A grunt of surprise escaped my lips when his hands each grabbed a cheek and squeezed firmly. Women had grabbed my butt before, but never like this. Bill's strong fingers dug deep into the flesh, almost hard enough to make it hurt. When I tensed up in reaction to that firm grip, Bill whispered, "Relax, Sus. Relax." It was the first I'd ever heard of his voice, and there hadn't been a spoken word in the room since I'd said I needed Mollie's pussy. The sound was kind of a shock.

I willed myself to relax my butt. As I slowly managed to do so, I felt Bill's fingers dig deeper into the yielding flesh. After a short while, he released me, but his fingers didn't stop exploring. They roamed all over my ass, lower back and down my thighs. Every time his hands tickled down my leg, I felt a ghost of anticipation on the back of my balls.

While Bill caressed my backside, I found I'd stopped moving again. Mollie didn't seem too worried by it, in fact, she started in again with her pussy milking trick. That didn't last long, though, she'd apparently spent herself pretty much the first time. When Mollie's pussy stopped pulsing, that's when Bill's fingers dropped into the crack of my ass. His touch remained feather light, and when it brushed against my puckered anus, I couldn't help but moan.

Of course, I found myself thinking that if he started licking my asshole there was no way I was going to be able to keep from cumming. He didn't rim me, even though he spent a lot of time tickling that sensitive spot. A big moan was pulled out of me when his fingers slipped down and caressed my balls.

By now, it didn't matter that it was another man touching my balls and ass. My cock was sunk into the most fantastic pussy I could remember ever being in, and what Bill was doing to me was simply added sensation. Bill knew just what to do with my balls as I fucked Mollie, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, in spite of all the care I was taking to make it last.

Suddenly, I no longer felt Bill playing with me back there, and I stopped and looked behind me to find him completely gone. I was going to ask where he'd disappeared to, when Mollie reached up, grabbed my nipples and pulled me down on top of her. Now, my nipples aren’t particularly sensitive, and being a guy, they don't stick out much, so she had to grab pretty tightly to pull on them, and I was certainly going where they went.




Visiting Friends



I now found myself laid out over Mollie's body, my cock still buried in her wonderful pussy. Now, the difference in our heights was accented. She disappeared beneath me, her head about the level of my chest. I'd never had anyone so petite under me like this before. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, felt her breath tickle the hair on my chest and her hard little nipples dig into my skin. If I'd have wanted to, I could have picked her up and carried her around the room, impaled on my hard-on.

When Mollie wrapped her legs around my waist, I took it as a signal to start fucking in earnest. I'd had a little time to rest and recharge, so I wasn't so in danger of cumming before I was ready. Still, I took my time, wanting to make it all last. For some reason, there was a part of me that was afraid that once I came, it'd be all over, so I found myself struggling to hold back as long as I could.

Oh, Mollie felt good. I was so into what was going on, I didn't even think about Mollie's thin little frame being crushed by my body stretched out on top of her. I don’t think she minded, because she was soon moaning at the top of her voice as I slowly pumped in and out of her wonderful pussy.

Suddenly, I knew where Bill was. Once more, I felt his hand on my ass, but this time he was spreading the cheeks and stretched out as I was, he had a pretty good shot at my asshole.

I stopped cold, a million separate thoughts ripping through me. I knew what he was going to try to do, the question was: Was I ready for him to do it? I'd wondered what it would be like to be in the middle of a bi fuck like this, my cock in a hot pussy, a cock in my ass, but I'd certainly never tried it before. I'd played with my butt before, sticking in a finger or two, and I'd even found a slim dildo that I used back there. Sometimes, in some of my more curious moments, I'd fantasized about what it would be like to have the real thing, but that was in the safety of the idea that I'd never have the chance to find out what it was like in real life. Here, that safety net was swept away. I was on the verge of something I *thought* I was curious about. The question arose: How curious was I? Sure, I'd sucked cock just a bit ago, but this was something entirely different... wasn't it? I wasn't worried about being considered gay or anything, I didn't *really* give much credence to such labels, especially coming from the type of people who put a lot of stock in them. Put simply: I wasn't sure I was ready. Maybe it *was* the label thing. Maybe it was the idea of getting something so much bigger than I'd ever tried in that tight orifice, one that, let's face it, wasn't *really* meant to accept anything coming *in*. Bill wasn't huge, but he was a hell of a lot bigger than the skinny dildo I had at home.

While I agonized, a process that actually took far less time than it sounds, Mollie was whispering comforting words from beneath me, and Bill simply kept touching me. His fingers weren't coercive or urgent, they simply kept moving, maintaining the gentle, pleasant, arousing feelings he'd been causing in my body since we started this.

Finally, hoping I was truly ready, I said, tightly, "Okay, Bill, do it. Please... go slow."

Mollie's pussy gripped my cock once in mute congratulation at my bravery. They both knew I was unsure of myself at this. I forcibly willed myself to relax when I felt the cool slickness of the lubrication as Bill rubbed it over my anus. It warmed quickly, and Bill slipped a finger in, then after about a minute or so, slid another in beside it. This felt a hell of a lot different than working my own butt, and I'm sure, had I been able to relax more and just let it happen, that it would have been a really otherworldly experience.

Bill's fingers felt awfully big back there, and once again, I tried to get my body to relax. What he was doing didn't feel *bad*, but I was working myself up so much, the longer this all dragged on, the more I wondered if I'd be able to take him.

After a little while, Bill's fingers slid out of me, and while I lay there, I realized my rear sort of missed the feeling of being stretched and filled. I couldn't say if that would be incentive enough to let Bill's cock in there, but I'd told him to try, and was determined to give it a shot.

Bill's fingers had left my body, but I could still hear him behind me. I could imagine what he was doing, and felt myself tense up again. I think Mollie must have noticed, because I heard her whisper, "Fuck me, Sus."

Mollie's voice brought me back to where I was, and at least temporarily distracted me from my growingly crazed inner turmoil.

Pushing myself up a little, I looked into Mollie's eyes, and saw the big smile she was giving me. After a moment, she said, "It'll be okay, don't worry. Just fuck."

Gathering my wits, I again started pumping in and out of Mollie’s pussy. The going wasn't quite as easy as it had been; I'd been worrying so much, I'd lost some of my erection. A few strokes in Mollie took care of that quickly enough, though, and after a little bit, I started to wonder what had become of Bill.

I shouldn't have wondered. He hadn't gone anywhere. Mollie had taken my mind off the difficulties I'd had earlier, but once I felt Bill nudge against my exposed butthole, I started thinking about it again.

Once more, I stopped fucking Mollie so I could concentrate on what was happening behind me. 'Relax, dammit, relax!' I kept telling myself. Probably not the best way to get yourself calm, but that was what I was doing at the time.

Bill was incredibly patient. He didn't force, but he *did* keep an insistent pressure against my anus that wasn't going away. As soon as I relaxed enough, the head of his cock would be up my ass.

Both Bill and Mollie were quietly encouraging me, trying to help me along, but I was having a terrible time relaxing. I wanted to let him in, I'd come a long way to find out if I could do it, but at the moment, I must have been too scared. Bill's cock nudged a little harder. I doubted he was trying to force his way in, but the added pressure made me tense up again.

I don't know how long we'd been at this, but I could tell there was no way. "Bill, Mollie, I don't think it's going to happen. I just can't let go." The pressure on my butt stopped, and was replaced again by Bill's fingers. "I want to try again later, okay?"

There was a little tinge of disappointment in Bill's voice when he replied, "Sure." Instantly, I felt kind of bad that I'd made him feel bad, but then again, it was my hole he was trying to bugger. I just didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Boy, had I put a damper on things. I wanted to explain, but that *would* bring everything to a grinding halt. From beneath me, Mollie said, "Sus, flip over. Me on top."

Suddenly, I think I knew what she had in mind. I still felt guilty, but I picked Mollie up without pulling out of her and stood for a second with her suspended on my cock. She weighed practically nothing, at least it seemed that way at the time, and for a brief moment, I imagined she could be held up simply by the connection of cock and pussy. I knew better, though, and sat back down on the couch with her clinging around my neck and her legs still wrapped around my waist. When I laid back she pushed herself upright, and I was treated to the sight of her lovely body "towering" over me.

Before I had a chance to take advantage of Mollie's erect posture, Bill pushed her back over me. Disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to maul those beautiful tits of hers, I was also excited by what was about to happen. I'd never been part of a DP before (even though, technically, almost the participant in another version of one a minute or so ago), but now, here I was.

Mollie eagerly leaned forward, a big smile on her face, knowing what was coming, and impatient for it to happen.

With much less preparation than he had taken with me, I felt Bill slide his hard, slick cock up his wife's butt, and up against mine.

One thing I found out about being the guy on the bottom: you can't move very well, at least, not until the girl raises up enough to give you some room to maneuver.

Even so, through the thin wall that separated our cocks, it almost felt like Bill was fucking me while he fucked his wife's hot ass. He slid with such ease in and out of Mollie, it felt like he was masturbating me with his hard-on. That alone felt damn good, but when Mollie managed to give me some room to thrust a little... oh my god. 

Of course, through all this, Mollie was moaning and making noises unlike I'd ever heard. Once in a while, Bill and I would both thrust into her at the same time, and I thought she was going to die. That woman must have orgasmed for ten minutes straight! I think she started as soon as Bill's cock penetrated her tightest hole, and it sure seemed like it was just one continuous cum the whole time.

Eventually, the pressure got to be too much, and I finally decided to let go. My cock pulsed powerfully four times before the intensity tapered off, and it felt weird, but good, to cum up against another guy's cock, even if it was on the other side of the barrier separating a woman's ass and pussy. Of course, that may have been what made it so good.

Hearing and feeling my orgasm must have set off Bill, too, because he started moaning loud as he came shortly after I began. In fact, I think my last two cum pulses and Bill's first two occurred at the same time. So, technically, we were cumming on each other for a little while. I found myself looking forward to getting to try that, but without Mollie’s body in the way, although having it there was certainly an exceptional treat. I looked forward to getting more of it as my visit progressed.

A few minutes passed as Bill collapsed, exhausted, over Mollie, who subsequently collapsed on me. After only a few minutes with them *both* laid out on top of me, I gasped, "Uh, guys? I need to breathe, here."

Above me, I heard Bill start to laugh, then felt the weight on top of me ease. Then, Mollie rolled off, and I gulped in a big breath. Mollie held her hand out to me, which I took, and she helped me up.

When Mollie sat back down on the couch and spread her legs wide, I knew, from my communications with these two, what she expected.

I glanced over at Bill, who looked back with a grin on his face. He knew what was next, and he looked forward to it. *I* knew what was next, and wasn't sure if I was really ready for it any more than I was for the penetration earlier.

Bill knelt between his wife's legs, and without hesitation, placed his mouth over Mollie’s asshole. My stomach did a little flip. Surely he wasn't *really* eating his cum from her *butt*? No matter how clean she kept herself, that couldn't possibly be very hygienic.

Bill didn't stay down there too long, though, so I gathered it was more a symbolic gesture than a real act. Of course, when he stood up and motioned for me to take my place, I knew which hole I was supposed to clean up.

With some hesitation, I knelt between Mollie's outspread legs, and knowing I was having some trouble with this, she whispered, "Go ahead. It's not as bad as you may think. Do me, then it's your turn."

At these words, I felt a twitch between my legs at the thought of what it implied, then bent to my expected task.

I saw a small pearly drop oozing from the base of her pussy as I leaned in. Before it could get any bigger, I extended my tongue and lapped it up. Now, I'd tasted my cum in the past. Honestly, it's not my favorite flavor. Regardless, when I read stories where somebody describes semen as "delicious," I'm massively skeptical. Nevertheless, here I was lapping at Mollie's cunt shortly after spraying it full of my jizz. Once again, it wasn't a task I relished, but I could also have had to do much worse. Besides, the flavor of my cum mixed with her pussy juice, while still not *delicious*, was moderately better. This was one aspect of sex with these folks that was going to take some getting used to, because previous correspondence told me that this was a regular and expected aspect of sex in their world.

After a minute or so, I felt a tap on my shoulder, even though Mollie was far from clean, and I looked up to find that I was done. Again the whole "cleaning" bit must have been more symbolic than anything. I got up from where I was, Mollie rose, and I was guided to the spot on the couch where she'd been.

The few seconds I sat waiting, I could feel the twitch of life in my crotch. Slowly, Mollie sank to the floor between my legs, sending a further surge through my loins. When Bill lowered himself to the floor next to her, a streak of reluctance flashed through me. I guess - my earlier boldness aside - I was still unsure how ready I was for the gamut of bisexual experience. I didn't let that uncertainty stop either of them from settling down for what I knew was to come.

Even once they situated themselves at my feet, they didn't start doing anything. Instead, knowing I was having trouble assimilating myself to the situation, they both sat watching me, waiting for some indication that I was ready for this. They both knew it wasn't Mollie’s participation, but Bill's, that I was attempting to convince myself was okay. I wasn't appalled or repulsed, but for some reason, ever since the whole anal debacle, I was no longer as sure of my readiness as I thought I was.

Swallowing some of that hesitation, I took a deep breath, let it out, then smiled and nodded. The smiles I received back from both of them were radiant.

I jumped a little when I felt hands caressing up my legs, but it felt good. These were two very sensitive people, who knew how to derive the greatest pleasure from the simplest action. When they reached my inner thighs, I chuckled a little and squirmed. It tickled. The hands continued upward, carefully avoiding my now rock-hard cock, gently touching all around my tingling genitals before traveling even higher. Usually, my belly isn't particularly ticklish, but it sure was with Bill and Mollie's fingers lightly straying all over it. I had an idea where their hands were headed, and I wasn't sure it was going to get the reaction they were expecting. As I said before, my nipples aren't typically very sensitive, even though from what they'd told me, they’d managed to increase Bill's nipples' sensitivity by judicious use of suction. I'd had no such treatment, though, which was the cause of my skepticism.

You can imagine my surprise then when they each brought their hands to my chest and began gently fingering my nipples. I actually felt something! It wasn't especially intense, but the sensation was there, nonetheless. A slight moan escaped my lips at the contact. There was no way I was going to cum like this, but it was a really nice feeling. No wonder they avoided my cock and balls. If they'd have touched me there, I'm sure I'd have felt virtually nothing at all anywhere else.

I lost all track of where I was while Mollie and Bill caressed my body. My eyes were closed and I just concentrated on the sensations I was feeling on parts of my body I hadn't given much thought to before.

When somebody stroked their fingers lightly down the hard shaft of my cock, I about hit the ceiling. The attention everything else had been getting had just made my crotch that much more sensitive. At least, it seemed that way. Now I saw why such attention had been given to the spots where sensation was a little less overt. As I figured, once my cock and balls were touched, all attention was focused on that area alone. Any stimulation of my nipples now would have been hopeless.

The more touching I felt on my privates, the tighter my eyes closed. For all my bravado when they first arrived, and all my good courageous intentions, at the moment I wasn't 100% comfortable with the idea of another guy touching me. I hoped this was the last of this trepidation, otherwise it was going to be a long, uneasy stay.

I couldn't argue with what I was feeling physically, though. Both Mollie and Bill knew what felt best, and they played that to the hilt. When I felt a mouth close over the head of my cock, I couldn't tell whose mouth it was, and with my eyes tightly shut, it didn't matter. Whoever it was, they were incredibly talented and very enthusiastic.

For quite a while, the mouth on me teased the head of my cock in and out, not going very deep. After a while, it got to be almost maddening. Nevertheless, maddening or not, it felt way too good to have them stop. When a gentle hand on my balls joined the mouth, the moans I'd been making just got louder.

Eventually, the mouth on my cock was joined by another. I'd imagined what it would feel like, but imagination was no competition for the real thing. Having a talented mouth on me was always a delightful experience, but *two*... it was truly an fabulous feeling.

After a few minutes of having a pair of mouths working on my nether regions, I pushed past my unreasoning fear and opened my eyes.

When I saw what was before me, I regretted having closed my eyes in the first place. Instead of freaking out, I thought what was going on between my legs was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

I was correct in my assumption that the mouth at the end of my cock was Bill's. Instead of being horrified, since what he was doing felt so damn amazing, it made me forget any reason why this should be wrong. 

My satisfied smile must have been enough to assure Bill I wasn't going to lose my cool, because I saw a glint of pleasure in his eyes. I think after my inability to take his cock up my rear, that he was afraid I’d changed my mind about exploring my bi side with him.

Of course, the whole while I was paying attention to Bill, Mollie was still doing marvelous things with the shaft of my cock and my sensitive balls. If she was able to cause such delicious sensations on this part of my anatomy, I could hardly wait for her to take over where her husband presently happened to be. Even though I was again coming to grips with the idea of sex with another guy, I still found myself primarily thinking of what kind of mischief I could get into with Mollie.

A few minutes after I finally opened my eyes, Mollie and Bill switched places. As they moved, I felt a thrill of anticipation at the realization I was finally going to get the chance to find out how talented her mouth really was.

Instead of just starting in on my cock, Mollie gently teased me with one hand, while Bill locked his mouth onto my tight balls. For what seemed an awfully long time, she just sat there with an enigmatic smile on her face while she caressed my throbbing erection and her husband slavered all over my lower body. I wondered what Moll was up to - I was vibrating with erotic tension from the treatment I'd already received, and this fabulous torture merely heightened it.

With no warning whatsoever, in a single surprising, slick move, Mollie swallowed my hard-on almost to the base. There was no way to mistake how glorious this felt. My mouth gaped, and a primal scream tore from my throat. With the stimulation I was getting at my taut ball sac, coupled with how worked up I already was, I was surprised that I didn't manage to cum then and there. I was glad I didn't, though, because it meant I could enjoy more of the sensuous torture Mollie and Bill were putting me through. Where Bill had used shallow penetrations on my cock, Mollie raised up, then plunged back in deep, almost as if I was fucking her pussy. I wasn't sure how long she could keep it up. I certainly hoped it was at least as long as I could hold back.

Unfortunately, as the saying goes, all things must end, and so it was with the enjoyable attention I was receiving. After a few more slow, excruciatingly pleasurable entrances of Mollie’s talented little mouth, she pulled off me, followed by a regretful Bill, leaving me throbbing from the loss of stimulation. I was helped up from my spot on the couch, which was then occupied by Bill. I knew he was to receive the same treatment Mollie and I had gotten. Mollie again knelt on the floor, then motioned for me to take up the place next to her.




Visiting Friends



With no prompting, Mollie started right in where she'd begun with me, latching her lips over her husband's balls. This, of course, left me to take care of his stiff cock, which I recalled, had recently been in his wife's butt. Could I take him in my mouth with that knowledge? Had he taken time to clean himself? I had no way of knowing. Or did I? As I leaned in closer, I tried to get some hint of a smell that might have come from the last place he had been.

Eventually, I thought, 'What would Mollie do?' I knew exactly what she'd do. Subsequently, I leaned forward and closed my lips over the head of Bill's hard-on. This close, the only thing I could smell was the slight hint of soap, and little else besides a touch of sweat. Apparently, Bill had managed to find time to clean up. But when? Had he left to wash while Mollie was sucking me? That was entirely possible: for a while there, I'd been concentrating so closely on what she was doing to me that I wouldn't have noticed Bill's absence. And apparently hadn't!

My fear on the cleanliness of Bill's cock resolved, I set out to enjoy my second outing of giving another man head.

I hoped that I was over the reluctance our failed anal attempt brought on. I further hoped to try it again soon, and that I'd have a better time relaxing.

At the moment, though, I was having fun with Bill's stiff penis. As I'd heard some of my girlfriends say, one of the biggest turn-ons about giving oral is the squirm factor. That is, of course, watching what you're doing to the guy's dick giving him great difficulty in staying still, accompanied by some very sexy, animalistic sounds. And as before, I apparently was doing a good number on him because he was having a terrible time just sitting there while Mollie and I worked on his most sensitive parts.

Just as I was really starting to get into what I was doing, I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to find Mollie smiling at me. "My turn," she husked, and I reluctantly slipped my mouth off Bill's cock and readied myself for putting my mouth somewhere else it had never been before.

I simply watched for a little bit and marveled at how easily Mollie’s lips sank all the way to the base of Bill's dick. For a second, I felt a little jealous of Bill, having a wife who was so loving, horny and sexually talented.

Oh well, to the task at hand (or mouth, as the case was). The key here, I knew, was to do what felt good to me, since - in general - we're all wired pretty much similarly.

Even so, I was a little unsure where to begin.

Finally, I just leaned in and lapped my tongue across Bill's smooth-shaven balls. As drawn up as they were, the texture under my tongue was very unusual, but not at all unpleasant. Getting braver by the second, I ran my tongue all over every inch of his tight sac before placing my lips against the wrinkled skin and sucking in a testicle. As drawn up as he was, I wasn't able to actually suck it too deeply into my mouth, but I enjoyed what I got as much as I think Bill must have, judging by the sounds he was making.

For a minute, I wondered if all the squirming and moaning Bill was doing was from what I was doing, what Mollie was doing, or a combination of both. Then I thought, 'What the hell difference does it make?' and just continued exploring his lower body with my mouth and tongue. If I was going to find out whatever it was I'd traveled all this way for, I might as well just sit back and enjoy whatever the situation threw at me.

As I roamed all over Bill's balls and lower genitals, I began to wonder what the hell the big deal was. Here I was, having just sucked a guy's cock, and now I was down licking his balls, and I didn't feel like any less of a man for it. I was just having fun making myself and others feel good. If that made me one thing or another, I guess I was it.

Anyway, Mollie and I were driving poor Bill up the wall, which I guess was the whole point. I know *I* was awfully damn worked up when they both finally stopped working on me.

And, just as I had that thought, I received another tap on the shoulder. Apparently we were done with Bill now, too. I looked up from where I was, and there, towering above my head, was Bill's cock. Beyond that, Mollie was watching me make her husband feel good. Loathe to stop what I was doing, I didn't move, aside from looking up at them.

Mollie turned toward Bill. "Honey, it looks like our friend Sus is turning into quite the slut already. I think he'll fit right in."

Bill leaned over a little to talk to me. "Hey, man, you're a natural, but let's save a little for later, huh?"

Later? There was going to be a "later?" Just like Bill, I reluctantly rose from between his legs and sat on the couch next to him. When I caught my breath, I told them, "God, I only imagined what that would be like. It's a helluva lot different, but better than how I thought it might be."

Mollie curled up on the floor between us, then placed her hand on my knee. "That's good to hear. There are some other friends of ours I hope you can meet, and some of them might stretch you more yet." I began to wonder what she meant by "stretch," but refrained from asking. It was probably better not to know at that point. I'd most likely find out soon enough.

Bill then piped up, "Y'know, it's been a long time since lunch. You guys hungry?"

Mollie turned to me. "Bill almost always gets the munchies after sex. But he's right. I could do with something to eat. Sus?"

Now that somebody mentioned it... "Sure, sounds good to me."

Mollie then asked, "Pizza okay?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bill suddenly grin ear-to-ear. I wondered what that was all about. It must be one heckuva pizza, but I replied, "I'm good with that."

Moll got up and headed out of the room. "Anything you don't like on your pizza?"

I figured she was talking to me, I assumed she already knew what her husband liked. "I'm pretty much good with anything but sauerkraut and anchovies. I can deal with just about anything else."

Bill and I both watched Mollie's ass wiggle out of the room. As it retreated, she said, "I know just what you want, then," and she disappeared around the corner.

With Mollie out of the room, that left me naked on the couch with Bill. Needless to say, our earlier activity aside, I was a little unsure of myself. Bill noticed my unease and broke the ice with the inane stuff.

"So, how was the trip?"

"Not bad. I hate airports though."

"Find the house okay?"

I was trying to look almost anywhere but at him. Even though we were talking about mundane stuff, I found myself rather self-conscious sitting there with another naked guy. I discovered I *wanted* to look, and it went against everything I'd been brought up with. But damn it, I'd already *sucked* him, why couldn't I bring myself to *look* at him?

Once again, I forced myself over that hump. I tried not to look like I was intentionally looking when I replied, "Yeah, it was a breeze. The cab driver brought me right here. The fare was ridiculous, but it sure beat renting a car and navigating on my own." I tried to concentrate mostly on his face, but my gaze strayed to his chest, where I realized that his nipples were really stiff. Then I noticed, I think for the first time, that he had no hair on his chest. At all! Remembering that they'd once told me Bill kept his body hair shaved, I still didn't think they meant *all* of it. But now that I was paying attention, I detected no little tuft at his armpits, and glancing lower, no fuzz at his pubic area.

Bill saw that I was looking and opened his legs a little, where I discovered that they weren't shitting me when I'd been told he liked the hairless bit. His body was as smooth as a grown up little boy. Bill openly displayed himself, showing no self-consciousness whatsoever. He seemed proud of his body, and didn't mind my looking one bit.

I admired the confidence with which Bill exhibited himself to me. There was no unease at my gaze, which got more obvious as the seconds ticked on. Had we not already been stiff from our recent play, I'm sure I'd have gotten hard just from my close-proximity voyeurism. I'd never seen anyone, man or woman, so comfortable with themselves that they wouldn't feel self-conscious after a couple minutes of being stared at. Bill, though, was content to have me watch however long I wanted.

Even though the angle was a little weird for watching very well, I abandoned all pretense of not looking and just slowly scanned his body. Of course, my examination sort of stalled when I reached his penis. More than anything else, I wanted to get to know that part of him closest during my visit. The taboo of admiring another man's cock just drew me in even more. It seemed that every minute I spent with these people just caused me to flake away at the restrictions and conventions of life I'd known before I arrived here. I only hoped that I could maintain such an attitude when I got back home. I couldn't say if I'd continue with what I was doing here, but I'd at least know I wasn't as uptight as maybe I had been before.

I was just about ready to reach out and take Bill's cock in hand and lean over to suck on one of the nipples they'd told me were so sensitive, when Mollie walked back into the room. Her presence shouldn't have stopped me - I’m sure she'd have just let me carry on - but I wasn't as confident with myself as her husband happened to be, so I quickly sat back, feeling my face reddening like a kid caught rummaging through his mother’s underwear drawer. 

The smile on her face told me Mollie had a pretty good idea what was going on. Bill just grinned back at her. He was enjoying the fact that he was able to work me up so. I'm sure that it was rewarding after what had happened earlier. And what had happened earlier was something I had no intention of repeating while I was here.

Mollie sat down opposite us and said, "Carry on. The pizza will be twenty minutes or so." She sat with her legs lazily spread, not wanton, just comfortable, just like Bill seemed to be. Now, I wanted to admire Mollie's body, but I'd been encouraged to do whatever it was I was about to do when she walked in.

I gazed at Mollie's enticing body for a little bit longer, then turned once more to Bill. He still sat there with the easy nonchalance he'd displayed when I'd been looking earlier. One more quick glance back to Mollie told me she was eager to see what I was going to do.

Hesitantly, I placed a hand on Bill's thigh, finding it a little firmer to the touch than the women's legs I'd felt in the past. I placed my other hand on the couch next to Bill's butt and leaned in, taking his nipple between my lips. A small intake of breath let me know that he definitely felt something, and that he liked it. When I flicked my tongue over the tip, he gasped and gave a little jump. Apparently, his nipples really *were* sensitive. It made me smile to know I was giving him pleasure so soon, and I hadn't even touched his cock or balls yet.

There was still a part of me that yelled that what I was doing was just plain wrong, but it was becoming a quieter and quieter voice as time passed. By the time I had to leave, I figured that voice would be so faint as to be silent.

It was highly unusual, but satisfyingly so, to find Bill's nipples to be so sensitive. As I've previously stated, the sensations *I* receive from nipple stimulation - while pleasant - are vague at best, so to find a man who was able to derive such pleasure from just this portion of his body was an oddity. It seemed to work for him, though, so who the hell was I to criticize?

While I sucked Bill's nipple, I started to slowly slide my hand up his thigh. Eventually, I felt my fingers bump against his balls. There was a small sound at the contact, but nothing too overt. When I shifted that hand and cupped his soft, yet firm sac in my hand, then the true gasping began.

I loved the smooth skin of his shaven scrotum, and thought about asking how to go about it myself, to see if it enhanced anything to be hairless down there. From cupping his balls, I just started to gently stroke them with my fingers and enjoyed the sounds and motions he made. Eventually, I abandoned his balls and wrapped my fingers around the stiff shaft of his cock. It was already wet from the fluid that oozed from the tip. When I felt that, I just smeared the slick stuff all around him, paying a lot of attention to the head, sliding my fingers all over it, further raising the arousal in Bill's body.

Soon, he was again moaning and writhing like he was working on a nice, hot cum. By that time, I was sucking on his other nipple and my hand was stroking up and down his hard-on, the going made that much smoother with all the pre-cum he was producing.

When the doorbell rang, I was surprised! How could it have been twenty minutes already? I'd only just gotten started, hadn't I? From where I was, I heard Mollie say, "Sus, could you please get that? It's probably the pizza."

I looked up at her with some major degree of incredulity. I was so horny and into what I was doing, I didn't want to quit. A little voice inside me mumbled, 'God, you *are* becoming a slut,' but I didn't let it get to me. I was enjoying what I was doing. All those years of repression were being obliterated, and the freedom was intoxicating. I was becoming a junkie for it. I almost resented that I was being asked to stop. Bill mastered himself enough to gasp, "Go on."

Reluctantly, I rose from the couch and walked to the door. Just as I reached for the knob, I remembered: I was still completely naked, and with a throbbing hard-on, to boot! I stopped and turned around to protest, and was met by expectant gazes. After a long beat, Mollie raised her hand and waved me on.

Now, I've heard of stories of people answering the door with nothing on, giving whichever delivery person happened to be on the other side either a thrill or a shock. I never thought I'd be doing it myself! What if it was another guy? What if he took exception and punched me out? What would the neighbor across the street say if they saw me? How was I going to pay for the pizza? I certainly didn't have any pockets. What pockets I had were in the bedroom where I'd left my clothes some hours earlier.

When I thought a second, though, I further realized: I was looking forward to this! I never *had* done anything so exhibitionistic as this, and the thrill of not knowing the reaction I'd get was part of it. My cock got even harder in anticipation as I reached for the doorknob.

Slowly I opened the door, expecting some pimply faced kid wearing a visor advertising one of the national chains. Instead of a geeky guy, though, I was met by an attractive young woman. She seemed not at all taken aback by my lack of attire, in fact, it appeared she'd expected it. She wasn't wearing your typical pizza delivery person outfit, either. No, she simply wore a long coat with high heeled shoes, and it appeared she had on stockings of some kind.

I know, it sounds strange that I'd have noticed all this from the doorway, but I found myself taking much greater interest in my surroundings lately, and that included the people.

From the front step, the young lady asked, displaying a dazzling smile, "You ordered a pizza?"

For a second, I forgot my nudity, even though my voice shook a little as I answered, "We sure did. Would you like to come in?"

The smile didn't let up and without another word, she stepped into the house. I watched intently as she walked by me, wondering what she had on beneath that coat. I was realizing that she wasn't (obviously) your everyday delivery person, if she really was one at all.

Magically, Mollie was standing behind me. She took the pizza box and whisked it into the kitchen. I assumed that meant we weren't eating right away, then. Fortunately, I wasn't *starving*. A little hungry, yes, but it could wait.

As Mollie left with the pizza, the young lady shucked off her coat. Under it, she wore a garter belt, stockings and a half-bra holding up her moderately small breasts. Now, I've become something of a tit man over the years, but I was finding that size didn't really matter: proximity did. Neither this woman nor Mollie fell under the category "voluptuous," but oh, was the sight of them enough to make my mouth water.

I now looked over our new arrival a little more closely. Maybe not so young as she first appeared, but still not an old lady, shoulder length blond hair, an attractive, though not ravishingly beautiful face, and a moderately slim body clad only in the black undergarments and shoes I've already mentioned. She was shaven clean down below, the sight of which I loved. Had she had a full bush down there, I'd have loved it, too (if you haven't gathered by now, I'm usually pretty easy to please in the feminine form department).

At that point, my cock was doing most of the thinking for me. I stepped up to her and pulled her in close, my cockhead nudging into her belly. She didn't resist my advance, nor did she hesitate when I bowed my head for a kiss. Her tongue was bold, pushing into my mouth, much like my cock was aching to do elsewhere in her body.

Standing back from myself later, I wondered, 'Where did this come from?' I really *was* becoming a slut. Here I don't even know this woman for more than three whole minutes, and I'm already swapping spit with her like some crazed teenager. Shit, I didn't even know her name yet! Briefly, I wondered if this energy came from some semblance of trying to justify my earlier actions with Bill by countering with a woman.

Regardless of my notions, I was taking everything I could get from her. While we kissed, she reached down and adjusted my cock for me, so it wasn't poking her so much. Even that innocent touch had me enflamed even more. I was damn near ready to throw her to the floor and fuck her then and there, but Mollie and Bill appeared at our side and Bill said, "Sus, slow down. C'mon, let's go to the bedroom."

I hesitated, but finally broke the kiss and panted, "Okay." When I looked back at my new companion, she was still smiling that bright, wide-open smile. Just before we started to follow Bill and Moll, she turned to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Trish."

An introductory handshake at that point seemed kind of stupid, so I beat the impulse to stick my hand out and replied, "Susurrus. Pleased to meet you."

She stepped away from me and turned toward where our hosts had gone. As she started to move, she reached out and brushed her fingers over my cock again, sending a thrill through my body. "I hope I can continue pleasing you. Let's see, huh? Come on." And she started toward the bedroom.

For a little bit, I just stood and watched her ass, round and soft looking, and framed so well by the straps on her garter belt. Catching up to her, I placed a hand on her butt and verified how wonderful it was. On the way, I told her, very conversationally, "You do realize that garter belt and stockings are my favorite feminine undergarments."

Trish replied, "I know. Mollie told me when she called."

I squeezed her ass when I heard that, causing her to give out a little squeal, a sound I was soon to get well acquainted with. I wondered how many other fetishes of mine, that I'd communicated to Mollie and Bill, had ended up in the hands of people I might be meeting while I was here? Only time would tell. The other thing was: how many *new* fetishes would crop up as I learned more about myself?

The trip to the bedroom had done its job: it had slowed me down. Had I continued the way I had been, I'd have cum and then melted down in short order.

When Trish and I got to the bedroom, we stopped in the doorway and simply looked. Mollie and Bill had begun a slow sixty-nine together on the bed. Now that I'd had a little time to change gears, I was content for the moment to simply watch.




Visiting Friends



Bill lay on his back with Mollie stretched out over him. She was again doing her deep-throat bit on him, while one hand dallied between the cheeks of his ass. We couldn't immediately see what Bill was up to, because her butt was facing away from us. They both seemed to be having a very good time, though.

After a few minutes, Trish turned to me and asked, "Shall we?"

Hoping she meant to join Bill and Moll in what they were doing, I said, "Why, certainly."

Trish went to the bed and motioned me onto my back. Obediently and willingly, I obliged. It was a little strange having other people having sex so close, but once Trish had straddled my face, then bent over and took my cock in her mouth, I couldn’t care less about what Mollie and Bill were up to.

For a little while, I just lay there and admired Trish's hairless cunt. It was one of the most beautiful pussies I'd ever seen. I wondered if it tasted as good as it looked, then craned my neck to find out.

The squeal that accompanied my tongue's contact with Trish's pussy let me know how aroused she was. When I flickered over her clit, I thought she'd squirm right off me. Meanwhile, she was doing wonders on my hard-on. Her technique was different than Mollie’s, but by no means less effective. She had me moaning in short order. Her fingers caressed my balls and trailed down to my ass crack; if I'd been on top, she'd most likely have been directly playing with my butthole. Regardless, what she was doing was fantastic. And I took it out on her pussy, causing her to writhe and squeal some more.

Soon all four of us were making a lot of noise, and the motion the bed was making was fairly nautical. When both ladies started to moan out their individual orgasms, it signaled the end of another round of festivities.

For a minute or so, everybody just stayed where they were, until the ladies just sort of tumbled off into the middle of the bed, causing Bill and me to have to shift to the outside to give them room. I was ready for whatever was next, assuming it would entail pushing my hard-on into a soft, yielding hole in one or the other of the girls bodies.

Of course, assuming seldom got anybody anywhere, so when Trish and Mollie turned to each other and started caressing and kissing, I was both disappointed and aroused by the sight.

This was yet another first for me. I - just like most any red-blooded American guy - fantasized about seeing two women getting it on together. I had written it off to remain just fantasy, not ever having been in a situation that might enable that fantasy to become reality.

Once again, this trip was proving fruitful in that I was getting yet another of those things I never thought I'd get to see fulfilled. It was fairly obvious that these two had been together before, because it was only a matter of a minute or so before Bill and I were forgotten. I certainly wasn't complaining. I was content to just stay where I was and watch the scene unfold.

As I watched, I noticed that the girls didn't necessarily hit the same spots in their caressing that I would have. Sure they touched nipples and strayed down to gently rub pussies, but for the most part, those hands seldom stopped moving. Eventually, yes, more and more contact went to the more sensitive spots, but early on, they seemed to avoid the most obvious areas to stimulate, at least the most obvious in *my* opinion.

I certainly wasn't complaining on the lack of pussy stroking or anything. Just seeing how aroused these two got from kissing one another was an immensely horny sight.

Somewhere in all this, I managed to catch a glimpse of Bill. He was grinning with a voyeur's delight at watching the scene before us. Apparently he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Both girls were oblivious to Bill's and my presence, evidenced by the fact that when we moved to get a better view, they didn't miss a beat. After a while, I started to wonder just how long they could keep up that kiss. It sure seemed to go on a long time.

Not long after that thought, Mollie broke away and moved her head down to Trish's tits, taking a stiff nipple between her teeth and biting down gently on it. Trish sucked a surprised breath through her teeth and grabbed Mollie's head, caressing her hair and holding her in place like a breast-feeding mother. 

While one hand caressed Mollie's hair, Trish's other hand slowly trailed from Mollie’s face, down her neck and to her breast. Mollie let out a loud moan into Trish's body when her own nipple was grasped between a thumb and forefinger, then tugged out away from her body and twisted brutally. Trish really mauled that nipple, and Mollie seemed to relish every painful moment.

It was really the greatest sex show I'd ever seen. As I've said before, having it so close made it so much better than watching porn stars on a video. Part of me wanted to join them, but I was afraid of ruining the scene they were so un-self-consciously enacting before me. Bill seemed as content to watch as I was, since he hadn't moved to take a more active part, either. 

After not nearly long enough, Mollie let up on Trish's nipple, and Trish reciprocated. For a brief second, I was almost surprised to see that no permanent damage had been done to Mollie's nipple, as hard as it had been pulled and twisted.

Still ignoring us boys, Trish laid Mollie out on her back, then stretched out over her in a sixty-nine. As erotic as the kissing and nipple sucking had been, this was almost mind-blowing! I didn't *want* to take part in this, as long as I could watch. The girls went at one another with the enthusiasm of someone who truly loved what they were doing... My cock was drooling while I watched, afraid to touch it for fear of cumming instantly. What I was seeing before me was every horny boy's dream, and I certainly was in no mood to wreck it, for me *or* for them (me, mostly).

Watching these two lovely ladies licking at each other's pussy was pure voyeuristic paradise. I tried to see how things were being done to try and pick up some pointers on technique, but concluded that the best way to learn to eat pussy was by doing it, or having one yourself. I hoped to be able to get as many lessons as I could from these two expert teachers.

It was almost torture to not furiously beat my meat to this fabulous sight, but I managed to persevere, even though Bill was having no difficulty deciding yea or nay. He had his hard-on in hand and was slowly stroking, using the copious juice he was producing to ease the way.

Bill looked up from watching the ladies to see that I was looking at him. He saw that I wasn't indulging myself and made kind of a vague motion that I couldn't really decipher. I certainly wasn't about to speak, but Bill kept waving at me, so I thought he was trying to tell me I might as well enjoy myself and join him in the masturbatory fun. At this perceived encouragement, I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began slow, careful strokes. As I suspected, I was really excited, and could tell if I kept this up, I wouldn't be able to hold back too long.

Bill noticed what I was doing, then waved at me again, then hooked a thumb deliberately toward Trish's pussy. Mollie had her eyes closed while she enthusiastically ate Trish's cunt, so she couldn't see her husband motion to me. Once more, Bill pointed with his thumb to Trish’s soaking pussy, then took his hand off his cock and looped the thumb and forefinger and inserted the index finger of the other hand into the hole. Of course, that was definitely *not* a subtle image, but it got the point across instantly. He wanted to see me do what I'd wanted to do since I'd made Trish cum.

With a grin, I shifted around on the bed, to a matching grin from Bill, accompanied by the return of his hand to his cock. For a brief second, I wondered how I was going to keep myself from cumming in Trish immediately after penetrating her. After all, if my hand was almost too much to hold back from, how was I going to keep my composure once I'd buried myself to the balls in a hot, wet pussy?

Once I'd situated myself behind Trish, Mollie noticed the weight shift on the mattress and opened her eyes, which instantly took in the sight of my hard-on and balls dangling inches above her. She didn't take her mouth off of Trish's cunt, but urged me on with her eyes. She wanted me to fuck Trish as much as Bill did.

But not as much as *I* did.

I didn't worry about how easy it might be to get my cock in Trish. I could tell that lubrication would be no problem at all. Both my tongue and Mollie’s had seen to that.

Trish started to moan a little louder when she felt my cock nudge against her slick pussy lips. She knew what was to come, and didn't care who it was back there.

For a little while, I just slid my cockhead up and down her juicy slit, bumping against Mollie's nose on the downstrokes. A light giggle came from Mollie’s throat when I bumped her with my cock, and a couple times she took her mouth off Trish to lick away the juices I was gathering.

Then suddenly, when Trish's moan started to take on an edge of frustration, and I was fairly confident I wouldn't cum immediately, I thrust my hips forward, burying myself as deep as I could go into Trish's welcoming hole.

The grunt that Trish let out when I hit bottom (mine, not hers) let me know she liked what I was able to give her. And with Mollie down there with Trish's cunt on her mouth and my cock and balls intimately close, I could barely wait for some added stimulation while I did my thing inside Trish.

As with my first time with Mollie, I spent a little bit just enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around me. When I did finally start to move, it was slow and deliciously sensation-filled. Trish's pussy gripped my cock differently than Mollie’s did, but there was no way to quantify whether one was any better than the other, because they both felt heavenly.

For quite a while, I kept of this slow, deliberate in-and-out, afraid that if I sped up, I wouldn't be able to contain myself. As I'd hoped, I occasionally felt Mollie’s soft tongue lapping my pussy juice soaked balls. I felt like I could stand to do this forever, when I felt a familiar feeling behind me.

The mattress beneath my knees shifted, and I felt a cool, slick sensation against my ass. After the fingers stopped smoothing the lube over my asshole, one poked in briefly, getting some of the slippery stuff inside. Then, a short pause, some more motion in the mattress, and a blunt pressure against my anus.

"Relax, Sus," Bill whispered huskily. I immediately felt Mollie's tongue lap across my balls, and Trish's pussy grip my cock. I now had *three* people encouraging me to do what I'd been unable to earlier. I hadn’t been ready then. This time, my mind didn't swim with doubt. After last time, I wasn't entirely convinced I *could* do it, but I wasn't so full of turmoil, either.

I leaned forward over Trish's back and more than ever concentrated on relaxing my butt. Once again, Bill was immensely patient, only exerting an insistent pressure, not a forceful one. The girls were doing their damnedest to distract me from what was going on behind me. Trish rocked up and back a little, causing my cock to slide in and out of her incredible pussy, while Mollie's tongue was doing wonders on my balls and also my cock when it slipped out of Trish.

All I felt from behind was a constant pressure. Slowly, that gentle pressure became penetration. Still, even once he'd gotten a little of himself in me, Bill didn't just push. He knew (probably from experience) that there was no way to rush this. I just had to let him in. For this to all work properly, *I* had to be in control, believe it or not. If I didn't want to let him in, only a horribly violent act would get him in.

But fortunately, there was no need to resort to violence. millimeter by millimeter, Bill was sliding into me. The girls kept up their amazing effort, and I was feeling very filled and fulfilled. I don't know how long it took, but after what seemed a very long time, my cock and balls were tingling from what the girls had been doing, and I felt Bill's hips resting against my ass.

I'd like to be able to say that I was taking this with no difficulty at all. Granted, I now had Bill in me, and I felt a swell of pride for that, but he was so much bigger than anything I'd ever had in my butt before, that it was taking a lot of getting used to. Fortunately, Bill was as patient now that he'd gotten in as he had been while getting there. I supposed he'd been in this first-time situation before, and knew what was required of him. I was grateful that he was being as thoughtful as he was. Of course, he wanted this to be a positive experience for me, and his not forcing things was definitely aiding in that.

My butt wanted to clench down and close up against being invaded, but all it could do was clamp down around Bill's cock, which only served to stretch me out just a little more. One thing: even though I was having a difficult time assimilating the fact of being fucked in the ass, the method that Bill was using (combined with the excruciating pleasure I was still receiving from Trish and Mollie) only served to ease my mind more, and was helping me adjust. I was being stretched more than I'd ever been before, and I felt the pressure there, but there wasn't the horrendous burn associated with having something you're not ready for pushed into your rear.

After a few minutes, Bill quietly asked, "How you doing up there, Sus? This isn't too much for you, I hope. Say the word and I'll pull out."

I was surprised at how out of breath I was when I replied. "No. I'm okay. This is just taking some getting used to. I'm alright. I never imagined... My god, you feel fucking *huge* back there, Bill. Just hold still a little longer."

There was a pleased chuckle from behind me. "Take your time. There's no rush."

Bill's gentle assurance that I could call a halt to things any time I wanted made me feel a lot better. It also helped me relax a little. The longer I waited and concentrated on what was happening back there helped my body accept the invasion.

After quite some time, I figured it was now or never. "Bill, try it now, but please, go slow."

Bill patted my ass. "Wouldn't do it any other way, my friend."

He started moving. At first he only withdrew maybe an inch or so, I had no way of knowing for sure. Now that I was paying attention to what he was doing, I realized just how different a real cock felt compared to the dildo I'd experimented with at home. Even hard, Bill's cock was softer than my dildo was, and the skin much smoother. Bill was significantly bigger around than my toy, but once I started to relax into it, the real thing turned out easier to take than the rigidity of a piece of rubber. I wasn't sure anal would *ever* be easy, but I began to think that it wouldn't be the trauma it had been earlier, either.

Bill continued with slow, short strokes, while the ladies kept going with their brand of encouragement. I wondered how long the girls were going to be able to keep it up. Regardless, I was going to leave it up to them as far as when to stop. My lower body was going berserk with fantastic sensations, and now that I was starting to be able to deal with what was happening behind me, I could turn more of my mind to assimilating the total experience.

"More, Bill," I gasped at some point, and I'm sure he was grinning as he pulled a little further out, then slipped back in.

After only a few strokes like this, Bill made one long withdrawal, until it felt like only the head of his cock remained inside me. "You drive now, Sus. Go ahead. You'll love it."

I'd seen this in porn vids, and it was something I was curious to try. Here was my chance.

Slowly, I pulled my hips back, and the delicious friction as I slid from Trish’s pussy was compounded by the filling sensation of Bill's cock re-entering my butt. Then it was just the opposite, as Bill left my ass and my cock was re-enveloped by Trish's hot wetness. I still occasionally felt Mollie's presence, so I assumed she again was switching back and forth between Trish and me like she had been before.

Soon, I was going at an almost normal pace, getting fucked from both ends. I was now finally enjoying myself, not having to devote too much attention to any one thing. Again, I felt my orgasm, which had fallen dormant when Bill had come up behind me, begin to rise. I wasn't going to hold back this time, and unfortunately, then I'd need time to recharge. The way Mollie and Bill had tricked my body into a second round of readiness was remarkable, but I didn't figure it'd work twice in the same evening.

When I came, it was huge. I felt it course through my whole body, and when I thrust forward finally, burying myself as deep as I could go in Trish to deliver my load, Bill pushed himself in me to the hilt, too. So there I was, my cock twitching and spurting in a delicious, draining orgasm, filling up a very lovely woman's even lovelier pussy, my ass filled gloriously with hard cock.

I don't know how long my cum lasted, but each spasm drained a little more out of me each time. By the time I'd finished, I was nearly exhausted. I collapsed over Trish's back, then remembered Mollie under there and propped myself up as well as I could and still rest.

After a minute or so, Trish breathily asked, "Sus, can you keep it up a little bit longer? Between you and Mollie, I'm almost there."

Bill piped in, "Do you mind if I shoot in you? I'm pretty close myself."

Trying to answer both questions at once, I replied, "I'll try. Go for it."

After that, I simply closed my eyes and let them do what they were going to do.

Trish was moving around just enough from Mollie's treatment of her that I was still getting quite a bit of stimulation from her pussy. Still, having cum twice in however many hours was taking its toll. I found myself hoping she came soon before I lost the battle to keep myself hard.

Bill, meanwhile, was doing his level best to maintain enough control not to slam in and out of me. I appreciated the thought, but was finally relaxed enough that it wouldn't have mattered much. Regardless, I just let him do his own thing however he thought it necessary.

Even though my body was tired, my brain kept going. It occurred to me that, at the moment, I was pretty much nothing but a hole and cum receptacle for Bill, and a living dildo for Trish. That sort of objectification was awfully humiliating on one hand, and oddly arousing on the other. At least at that point in time, I liked the thought that I was helping make *both* a man and a woman feel good, no matter what that made me.

I don't know how long it actually took, but eventually, Trish started moaning louder, and her hips moved a little more involuntarily on my cock. Evidently, Trish had started in again on Mollie, too, because not too long after she started her cum, Moll started making climactic sounds. Hearing both women orgasm set Bill off, too, and for the first time, I felt a cock shoot its load of semen into my butt. Wow, what a feeling! Neither this nor Trish’s thrashing around on my cock was enough to bring me back to life anytime soon, but oh, did it feel great. Had I not already cum, I'm sure I'd have joined the rest of them in their orgasmic chorus.

When all the yelling and moaning quieted down, Trish pulled away from me and flopped over on the bed. Before Moll could move, I leaned down and gave her pussy a quick kiss and a lick. I loved the musky odor down there, and would have spent a little more time, but Mollie pushed me off her so she could get out of the way.

Trish moved to where Mollie had been, her legs spread invitingly, a little dab of white showing at the bottom of her cunt. After earlier, I knew what was expected of me. With something short of eagerness, I ducked my head and started lapping at the stuff I'd deposited in her.




Visiting Friends



While I was paying homage to Trish's pussy, Bill pulled out of me. Immediately there was a feeling of relief for my poor stretched sphincter, and yet a sensation of emptiness, as if I'd actually gotten used to having him back there.

I let out an involuntary gasp when I felt Bill's tongue tickle my now even-more sensitive ass. Once again, I was somewhat repulsed by the act: Again, how clean could it be? He'd just had his cock back there going in and out... I forced myself to stop thinking about it, at least until I thought about the possibility that I'd probably be expected to do this sometime while I stayed here.

...I decided I'd cross that bridge later.

Bill didn't work on my butt very long, further emphasizing my guess that this was more a symbolic thing than anything else. When Bill stopped licking me, I took that as a cue that I could quit, too. Trish had other ideas, though, and grabbed my hair and pulled me back into her cunt. She held me where she wanted me, which was right down where my cum kept oozing from her loose, well-fucked pussy. I had little choice but to continue eating my jizz from her. Fortunately I was getting used to the taste, although as I said before, I doubted I'd ever truly love it.

Finally, just as I was beginning to think I'd be smothered by Trish's guiding clutch, she stiffened, then shuddered in orgasm. She must have been getting pretty tired, because there was very little sound that accompanied this cum, or maybe it was her thighs clamped up against my ears that made me think that.

Anyhow, I felt the death grip on my head ease, and with a desperate gasp for breath, I leaned back into free air. For a minute or so, I just sat there, dragging in as much air as I could, until I felt myself pushed back onto the bed.

I began to protest that I couldn't get it up one more time, but was silenced by Mollie placing a finger on my lips.

Shortly after I'd laid back, I felt a mouth on my cock. It then dawned on me: it was Trish performing the little thank you ritual these guys evidently subscribed to. I felt a twitch that heralded the start of another erection, but it was faint, and would take much work to get anywhere with, so I just let Trish do whatever it was she wanted to do. I'm sure she'd have liked me to fill her mouth like I had her pussy, but there was just no way. I'd need a good night's rest before I'd be ready to fuck again. Two cums might not sound like much, but I'm no teenager anymore, and you have to realize: we'd been going at this for a couple hours, at least, so it wasn't necessarily the orgasms that pooped me out, it was the fact that the years had caught up with me.

Fortunately, Trish realized I was done, and eventually sat back with a grin on her face that let me know she'd liked what she'd gotten. She knew she'd made me feel good, regardless of any reaction (or lack of it) that may have contradicted it.

A streak of horror went through me when Bill shooed Trish out of the way and laid down before me. Again, the realization of where that cock had just been pitched my insides into a frenzy. For some reason, I failed to acknowledge that the last time this thought had come to mind, he'd already taken time to clean himself up.

Hesitantly, I leaned forward, trying once again to use my nose to determine how clean he was. As before, I smelled the faint odor of soap. Once more, Bill had sneaked away to wash up. I was ever so grateful.

Bill was no longer hard. He was in the shape I was, I imagined. So now I was to get the chance to know his cock in its flaccid state. After having dealt only with his stiff penis, this was quite different. I leaned in closer and touched his cock with my cheek. The softness of it was extraordinary! And I'm speaking both from a rigidity standpoint, as well as a general texture one. It was further remarkable how small he was without a hard-on, a lot like me. As I've said before, I'm not enormous, but when I stiffen, I see a general increase of about 300 percent. So, I don't give a damn what I look like soft, as long as there's a noticeable difference when erect. Bill looked like he was the same way. The cock brushing my face was a little thing soft, but when it got hard, it was a lovely thing to behold.

It occurred to me that I hadn't really taken all of Bill in my mouth yet, and that this might be the only way I'd be able to. With an inward grin, I quit my fooling around and enclosed his entire cock in my mouth. My nose bumped his pubic bone and his balls laid against my chin, and still he wasn't filling my mouth anywhere near as much as he had before. It felt good to take all of him in, even this way.

I rolled his cock around with my tongue, marveling at the texture and just generally playing with it. Bill was loving it, judging from the sounds he was making. Opening my eyes briefly, I saw the girls had latched onto a nipple apiece, further enhancing my amateur ministrations. Bill was definitely in the same boat I was, because even though I felt him begin to swell and grow, and the sounds he made increased, his cock grew to a certain size and stopped well short of hard. That was okay by me, it just meant I could still take him all in my mouth, without making me feel like I was going to gag.

Somewhere along the line, I'd closed my eyes again, because I found myself opening them when I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard Bill's voice. "Sus, it's not that what you're doing doesn't feel fantastic, but let's give it up for now."

I nodded and sat back. Now that things were winding down for real, I was really starting to feel hungry. I looked around at my friends and smiled. This was looking to be a draining, but really fun, trip.

"So," I said before somebody else could, "anybody else wondering if that pizza's still edible?"

While Bill and Trish laughed, Mollie replied, "It should be fine. I stuck it in the oven to stay warm when it got here." She then bounced off the bed, presumably to check.

Trish was next to dismount, and she held her hands out to Bill and me. "You boys coming?"

Unable to resist the obvious double entendre, I shot back, "Not anymore tonight, but come back tomorrow and we'll see what we can do." Trish laughed and Bill grinned broadly. I think he was glad to see I was becoming at ease with my situation there.

I followed Bill and Trish to the kitchen, where Mollie already had the pizza out and ready to go. She already had drinks on the table for the three of them, but she had to ask me what I wanted. Once I knew what was on hand, I made my order, which Moll happily filled.

My suspicion about attire was proving to be pretty accurate. With the children out of the house for the duration, there was little need to cover up. It was really erotic to see a naked Mollie puttering around the kitchen doing everyday stuff. None of us bothered to put anything on. I'd taken my cue from Bill and Trish and when they didn't bother to dress to eat, I certainly wasn't going to.

When I pulled the chair out for Trish (yes, I was trying to act like a gentleman), I noticed that Mollie had placed towels on the seats. This, of course, was to avoid any possible skin sticking to the chair upon rising. Ouch.

Once Trish was seated, I rushed over and did the same for Bill. As I pushed his chair in for him, he muttered, "Smartass."

In my best junior high voice I returned, "Takes one to know one." We both laughed.

Last was Mollie. I knew she'd want to be up and down playing hostess while we ate, but figured I'd give her the same treatment I'd given everybody else. Mollie was very gracious, then apologetic. "Why, thank you. Actually, *you're* the guest here, we should be treating *you* well, not the other way around."

At that I spoke to everybody. "What, you think what's been going on since I got here hasn't been 'treating me well?' Jesus, if you guys keep this up, by the time I go home, I'll be nothing but a dried up husk."

Bill responded diabolically, "That *is* our master plan," then followed that up with a silly mad scientist cackle.

I sat down and tucked in to the pizza, feeling lighter hearted than I had for some time. These were good people, and, sex aside, I was pleased to be able to call them friends. After all those months of e-mails and chats, where it was only words on a screen, it was great to be able to see what they looked like in real life, and especially to hear their voices.

Trish was just an added pleasure. I hadn't met her till just that evening, hadn't even heard of her before, but I wasn't complaining. She was a delight, and I hoped to get to know *her* better during my stay, too.

For a few minutes, we ate in near silence. Eventually, Trish asked, "So, Sus, where are you from? Mollie just told me you were a friend of theirs from the Midwest, and she and Bill have been passing me your stories as they come, but I don't know much more than what you write. Are you really as kinky as some of those stories of yours?"

I had to laugh a little behind a mouthful of pizza. Finally, I was able to swallow, and I replied, "First off, I'm from Iowa. Big whoop, land of cornfields and such. It's not much, but it's home. Couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

"Second, I sit at a computer all day for work, just like about eighty percent of the modern world. Again, boring.

"As far as my stories... Sorry to burst any illusions, but they're probably over ninety percent the product of an over-active imagination. Heck, I've done more kinky stuff in the last few hours than I've done the entire rest of my life. I hope you liked what you've read, anyway."

Trish responded, "Like? Hell, I *love* your stuff. There's a lot of great writers out there doing what you're doing, and I think you're right up there with them."

I felt myself start to blush. "I *definitely* wouldn't call my stories anything *close* to great. Adequate, maybe, but by *no* means great."

Mollie came in with, "Maybe so, but you ought to watch her while she reads them."

Trish shot back, "And you're right there beside me doing the same thing."

Bill added, "Don't look at me. When they hog the computer, I have to stand back and just watch them masturbate. I can't get anywhere near enough to read."

I must have been grinning from ear-to-ear. This was the kind of shit that I was hoping for when I started this erotica gig. I loved hearing what people were up to while reading my stories. It kind of justified the whole process. It sure as hell beat the 'your story's crap' kind of feedback you get. 

Mollie told Bill, "Oh, like you don't love watching us either, you big pervert."

"Yeah, but I'm *your* big pervert."

Mollie leaned over to him for a quick kiss. "And I wouldn't have you any other way."

Through a mouthful of pizza, Trish then asked, "So are you bi at home, too? You looked like you were having a pretty good time with Bill, there."

I nearly choked on my drink when she asked that. I should have expected that question, but even so, it came as a surprise to actually hear it.

"Where I come from? Heck no. I'm typically not as adventurous in real life as I pretend in my stories. For the most part, I'm only interested in other guys in an abstract sense, and then it's mostly just a fascination with what hangs between their legs. Besides, while there *are* folks who are into such things back home, it's necessary to be more secretive about it. I'm more interested in women, anyway. No offense, Bill."

"None taken."

I continued. "I really loved what we did here tonight, though, and I hope to get the chance to give back what I got."

Bill put down his glass. "Hey, I'm expecting you to. I've got you here finally, and I'm planning on stretching you as much as possible. Pun intended."

When he said that, I felt a throb in my butt, remembering what it felt like having his cock up there. So, apparently, one way or another, I'd get my chance to try anal with Bill, and from what she'd done earlier, I'd get to try Mollie, too.

I replied, "I look forward to it. This is the chance to satisfy the curiosity that's been building for a little while now. I've already done more with another guy than I ever imagined. It's just not something you do, or think about, where I come from, unless you want to open a big old can of worms."

Trish, evidently acting as grand inquisitor, asked, "So is there something at some point that may have kept you from making those repressive attitudes your own?"

I had to laugh. "Sorry, but for the longest time, I was as bad as anybody else, as far as my attitude toward guys having sex together. First it was, 'Yuck, that's just wrong,' but as I got older, I realized the cost such an outlook carries. I wasn't raised to be a bigot, even though I grew up with people who had definite ideas on how the world should be. Growing up, as far as I know, I didn't know any gay people. In fact, it wasn't until I got into high school that the word 'gay' meant anything other than 'happy.'

"I can't say what may have made me the way I am now. I only know that I've seen too many guys trying to guard and maintain their notion of manliness, and it looks like a lot of work, and not much fun. Now, I've enjoyed what I've been doing here, but I don't see myself going home and trying to pick up guys. I came here to find out some things, and hopefully have a good time while I'm doing it. So far, I've been pretty successful. I only hope the rest of my stay is as productive and pleasurable."

Mollie grinned over at me. "Oh, we've got some things planned for your visit that I'm sure you'll like."

Suddenly a thought came to me. I groaned, "We're not gonna live out my stories like you threatened me with, are you?"

She laughed. "No, but our conversations, combined with your stories have given us a lot of good ideas." I began to wonder what was in store for me. It was beginning to look more and more like I'd be leaving here exhausted. I could hardly wait.

Of course, I was already exhausted. It had been pure sexual energy keeping me going for a while now, and now that *that* activity was over, the long trip, combined with all the romping around we'd been doing was catching up. Out of the blue came a big yawn. I tried to hold it back, but it was hopeless.

Bill noticed this and said, "I think our guest is pooped."

I agreed. "It's been a long, eventful day. I hate to break this up, but I won't be worth a damn tomorrow if I don't get a little sleep."

Mollie added, "Yeah, we ought to get to bed, too. It *is* getting kind of late, and I hate sleeping in if I can help it."

Trish stretched, showing off her lovely tits more than she had been already. "I imagine it's about time I headed home, myself."

I hated to see Trish go, but figured I'd see more of her before my visit was over.

Mollie and Bill got up and started clearing the table, leaving Trish and me sitting there by ourselves. I felt a little guilty watching them work while I just sat there, but there wasn't that much to do.

When the kitchen was straightened, Trish and I got up, and Trish grabbed her coat. I didn't want to see her put it on and cover up that great body that had given me so much pleasure, but she, unfortunately, couldn't leave the way she was, so on it went. Before she tied the belt, Trish said goodbye to each of us, Mollie and Bill first, giving them a hug and a more-than-friendly kiss, then she turned to me.

She gathered me up and kissed me, hard. Her tongue slithered into my mouth, and I reciprocated. Her beautiful breasts mashed into my chest as she held me tight. while we kissed, I felt her move. One hand left my lower back and trailed down my side and in between us, where she cupped my cock and balls. She kissed me for a long time, the whole while fondling and playing with me. I'll be damned if she didn't manage to get me hard again during all this!

Just about the time I started to moan, Trish backed away, breaking our kiss, and her hands left my genitals. I wistfully watched as the tease tied her coat tight around her waist, ignoring the buttons, and bounced out the door, leaving me hard and panting.

As a final erotic stab, she got about three steps out the door, turned and flashed me her tits, then flipped open the front of her coat below the waist, giving me a great shot of her garter belt and bald pussy. She then blew me a kiss and continued off down the sidewalk. No doubt about it, Trish was one special lady.

When I turned from the door, Bill and Mollie were grinning ear-to-ear. They both were amused by the treatment I'd just received, and my reaction to it. I chuckled a little. "Trust me, none of the women I've gone out with back home would have done *anything* like that."

Mollie glanced down at my hard-on. "I see somebody has woken up."

I acknowledged her observation with a peek of my own. It actually felt good to be hard, especially after cumming twice. It certainly boded well for my staying power while I visited. "Yeah, but he's still one tired guy. While I'd love to go at it again, I'm afraid I'd probably fall asleep halfway through."

Bill laughed, "Sus, if you can fall asleep getting one of Mollie's blowjobs, then you must be dead."

I joined him in his laugh. "God, you guys are relentless!"

Mollie joined in, "I *would* like you to fall asleep with your cock in my mouth, though. No blowjob, just my warm mouth cradling your beautiful penis."

Now *that* sounded like an invitation I could accept. "Okay, that sounds great. I'll buy that." Another big yawn erupted. "Let me hit the bathroom quick and I'm for bed."

Bill said to my back, "See you there."

I got my toiletries bag from the spare room and did my pre-bed ritual, then headed back. My luggage was gone! I looked to see if it had fallen off the far side of the bed, but no luck. I started toward Mollie and Bill's room and just as I turned the corner of the door, began, "Have you guys seen my..." but I didn't get any farther, because my bag was right there in front of me, in *their* room!

Bill stepped up to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Sus, when we said you were staying with us, we meant it. The bed's big enough; if you can stand it, we want you to sleep with us."

I was astounded. The last time I'd slept three to a bed, I think I was five or six years old on a campout with my aunt and uncle in their little pull-behind camper. I had to sleep with my two cousins, both a couple years older, in the fold-down bed that you made from the dining table. Since then, the most I'd ever slept with in a bed was me and sometimes, one other. I had to admit, though, the thought of actually being this close to them, even when sleeping, sounded like it might be kind of fun. I told myself, I'd try this one night, and if I felt too boxed in or like I was going to fall out of the bed, I'd make my excuses and spend the rest of my stay in the spare bedroom.

"Uh, okay, if you insist. This'll be a helluva sleepover."

Mollie sidled up to me and placed a hand on my ass. "You want in the middle, or on the outside?"

I thought a second. "I think I'll try in the middle. That way I can feel both of you."

She turned to Bill. "Yeah, he's becoming a slut." We all laughed.

I crawled into bed and made myself comfortable. While brushing my teeth, I realized the erection Trish brought on had gone away, but that was okay. I wasn't out to do anything but sleep anyway.

Mollie got into bed, laid her head on my belly and gently placed my cock in her mouth. No tongues, no suction, no head-bobbing, just the feeling of being enclosed in a warm, inviting place. Bill got in next to me, and while it felt strange to be skin-to-skin with another man like that, especially when we weren't going to try to have sex, it felt good, too. I'll admit, at that moment, I *did* feel a little claustrophobic, them both being so close against my body, but I vowed to give it at least one night.




Visiting Friends



Somewhere along the line, I did fall asleep, Mollie still there patiently holding me in her mouth, Bill pressing his body against my side, his soft cock mashing into my hip. The last thing I remembered thinking as I drifted away was, 'I'm glad I came to visit.'