0 comments/ 76344 views/ 6 favorites Feeling Kind of Lucky By: Hornyman69WithU Back when I was in college, I met a gorgeous young girl at an outdoor Jazz Festival in my home town at the end of Summer, just a few weeks before I would return for my senior year at the university in the opposite end of the state. As Stanley Turrentine honked some righteous riffs on his sax, I spotted an exceptionally tall, slender blonde standing some 75 feet away on the other side of the crowd. While there were quite a number of good-looking women at this Labor Day festival, I could not take my eyes off of her. She was six feet tall with shoulder-length, naturally blonde hair and the longest legs I'd ever seen emerging from her shorts. I gulped down the beer in my hand, got another one, and decided to get a closer look. You see, I was feeling kind of lucky that day. I made my way around the perimeter of the crowd toward her, tripping several times since my eyes were glued to the tall beauty. Downing my beer in three gulps, I approached her from the side, standing about 5 feet away. I could tell now that she was indeed very tall, since I am 6' 2", and she was almost as tall as I, which put our eyes in the same plane. When she turned in my direction, I removed my dark sunglasses and smiled. She smiled back, her eyes lingering just a little longer than a casual glance before she turned her gaze back toward the band. If she was merely beautiful from afar, then she was stunning up close. That smile looked like it belonged on the cover of Vogue, and her clear, ultra-blue eyes reminded me of a cloudless New Mexico sky. Occasionally, she would curl her blonde hair over her right ear, the delicate curves and folds of which were somehow evocative of her physique as a whole. As she did this it brought attention to her beautiful hands--long, slender fingers with well-manicured nails and simple, clear polish. Those hands moved with such grace and aplomb, just like her entire body did as she swayed to the sounds of the cool jazz. She would lick her lips once in a while, and I could tell as her tongue glided across them how supple and alluring they were. She was very fair-skinned but had a light, even tan that only highlighted her utterly blemish-free complexion. At her hairline just above the temple, I noticed a tiny bead of perspiration forming in the heat of the late afternoon. It finally ran slowly down her neck and disappeared momentarily beneath her white semi-transparent blouse, only to reappear as it blotted through the fabric over her right breast, revealing a rigid, slightly upturned nipple the size of those red rubber erasers you fit over the end of a pencil. Her breasts, a perfect 34/35C, swayed in time with the music, and the buttons on her blouse would occasionally gap open for me to catch a glimpse of her naval, itself a veritable sexual organ I imagined licking and fingering. The beige shorts she wore were an open-weave linen and, while not tight, did drape suggestively across her round buns, which jiggled just enough to confirm their youthful taught firmness. I dreamed of kneading them with lotion. And, of course, those legs: I have never seen before or since such good-looking gams, yards of them, slender yet somewhat muscular, smooth, a perfect compliment to her long, graceful arms. The song came to an end, and I swallowed hard. Time to speak to this goddess. You see, I was feeling pretty lucky that day. I asked her if she liked Jazz, and she said she did, naming Dave Brubeck, Thelonius Monk, and a few other favorites. She did not know of or realize that it was Stanley Turrentine that we were listening to live at the festival, so I told her a bit about him and his recordings as we continued to dance to his sizzling saxophone. While we mostly listened to the music, we would occasionally converse: Zoe said she was a senior, (more on that later), was into equestrian stuff (you know what they say about women and horses), and did some fashion modeling (no surprise there). At that moment, I realized that the girl adjacent to her--the one who had been shooting me dirty looks from the time I first walked up--was WITH this beauty I'd just met. This gal told Zoe she had to go home, and I checked my watch for the time. 4:45 PM. CRAP!!! I had to eat dinner with my parents and grandparents at 5:00 PM. It was my dear grandfather's 80th birthday, my mother was cooking something special, and I wouldn't miss this occasion for anything. I would barely make it on time if I left right then. Things had been going so well, and now we both had to leave abruptly. I asked Zoe where she was parked, and she pointed in the same general direction where I was parked. I knew the downtown section of this city very well, and was able to provide some short-cuts to the parking area, but still had just enough time to make a date for that evening--without little miss dirty-look--as we walked to our cars. Zoe said she lived in a suburb that I associated with being a very high-end neighborhood and was a long way from where we were for the festival. Giving me her phone number, we agreed that I would phone her later so that we could then figure out just what we would do that evening. As we neared the area where she said her car was parked, we continued to walk together, as my car was parked in this same area. Little miss dirty-look had by now become downright bitchy, but we tried to ignore her as much as possible, and I felt a kiss for Zoe would be out of the question with her mood-depressing presence. Just as I was about to say, "well, here's my car," so did Zoe. Of the tens of thousands of vehicles parked for the huge downtown music festival, she was parked right beside my car!!! And what an unlikely car for this young girl, a new Cadillac Seville! Hmmmm. Our fast walk in the hot summer humidity had caused all of us to become quite sweaty, with perspiration dampening our clothes. Of particular interest were Zoe's linen shorts. I could not help but notice, as she bent into her car, that the fabric had conformed in her crotch to reveal the fleshy contours of her moist labia. "I'll call you at 6:30," I shouted to Zoe as I dropped the top on my old Buick convertible. I was not certain exactly what would happen that evening, but figured it would be good because, you see, I was feeling pretty lucky that day. I raced home and got there just in time for dinner with my parents and grandparents, although my mind was completely on Zoe. I inhaled my food, made a few cursory pleasant remarks, and headed to a quiet part of the house and phoned Zoe at 6:29 PM. I must have let it ring 40 times, but there was no answer!!! I called again and again, but still no answer. Had this beauty given me a fake number? Or had the whole incident been a figment of my imagination? My formerly erect member was beginning to lose some of its tumescence. Nonsense, keep calling! Finally, at almost eight o'clock, Zoe answered the phone. I could hear some reluctance in her voice. Oh no! She's backing out! Nonsense, close the deal, make the date! Zoe explained that she got in a huge traffic jam on the way back from dropping off little miss dirty-look, and had just walked in the door. She then said the most curious thing, "I didn't really think you were going to call me, but I'm glad you did." That explained the reluctance I heard before, so I got directions and told her I'd be there at 9:00 PM. Of course, such a hasty exit from my home meant that I had to be rude to my family, and I had to drive 85 MPH to make it by 9:00, but, hey, you do what you gotta do. After all, this gal was awesome, and I was feeling particularly lucky that evening. So I get to Zoe's house, actually Zoe's parents' house as it turned out, on time. I meet her brother and her parents--very young looking parents, indeed. They were all very pleasant, engaging, and quite open-minded--good signals. Zoe and I jump into my old drop-top and head to a nearby fern bar, where we proceed to get better acquainted and consume a couple carafes of sauvignon blanc. We were just about the only people in there, which was good because there was nothing to prevent us from touching each other a lot as we talked or any noisy distractions. Zoe had changed into a very simple though incredibly alluring outfit: a very short black leather skirt and a tight, white tee-shirt nearly punctured by her pencil-eraser nipples atop extra-firm medium-sized breasts. Her yards of slender legs only accentuated the shortness of the skirt. Her feet were simply the pedial equivalent of her beautiful hands--extraordinarily long digits connected artfully to long, dramatically arched soles. She had slipped one foot from its sandal and, as we laughed about her bitchy "friend," carefully slipped her toes up my shorts and wiggled them against the tip of my growing penis. We finished our wine, and decided to take a drive in my convertible. As soon as we got in, our lips met in a deep French kiss as we simultaneously thumbed each other's right nipples. I truly believe she would have made love right there in the parking lot beneath the ultra-bright sodium vapor lights, which usually, by the way, make people look kind of sick. Not so Zoe--she was beautiful as ever, exotic, erotic, and was mine tonight. After all, I was feeling pretty darn lucky. Zoe and I head out of the eastern suburbs into "the country," top down, wind in our hair, and stereo blasting to the tunes of The Talking Heads, The Squeeze, and Devo. Taking back roads to ever more remote back roads, I finally find a suitable soybean field and pull into it. I immediately proceed to remove Zoe's clothes, which was incredibly easy, since her only garments were the white tee shirt and leather skirt. I said, "you're not wearing any panties." And she said, "I know, when I changed, I figured they would only get in the way and slow us down." I liked this girl's way of thinking! Here she is naked in five seconds, and I had to take off socks, shoes, undershorts, shorts, undershirt, and polo shirt. Since she helped, we got them off in fairly short order. I can honestly say I have never seen--in person, movies, fashion shows, anywhere--a more beautiful woman than Zoe, and we're about to have sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her young breasts were so firm and sucking their nipples--already like pencil erasers to begin with, caused them to become even more rigid and project, I swear, a full inch from the areola. She moaned softly as I squeezed and licked and sucked them. Every part of her body was utterly sexual, the side of her neck, her ears, the small of her back, her feet, the backs of her knees, her long arms and hands, and I explored and pleasured every square inch of her ravishing physique. And then her genitals. Oh my. In the black interior of my car I simply could not see well enough, so we crawled out onto the hood of the old convertible, lay a big beach towel from the trunk on it, and got down to some serious sex. Following my instructions for a 69, on her hands and knees, she faced the front of the car and backed towards me as I slipped my face up-torso beneath her and viewed those genitalia, glistening wet in the moonlight. I pulled her large labia between my lips and licked her clitoris, which was readily accessible and hard as she licked my extremely rigid penis from base to tip and back again and again. She then licked her own large and rigid nipple and rubbed it against the underside of my penis as she tickled my scrotum with her fingertips. As I licked and sucked her delicious bottom from clitoris hood to the bottom of her backbone and back with ever quickening pace, pausing only to circle her clitoris and anus with my long tongue, she took my throbbing penis within her warm mouth and in one continuous sucking motion, swallowed its entire seven inches and just held it steady while maintaining a hard vacuum. Had she not squeezed its base very hard with her lips, I would have erupted right then and there. But I held back somehow, because I knew I was some kind of lucky, and we were only getting started in that soybean field. By this point, Zoe was so wet that her juices were pooling in the divot of my neck, so I drenched both hands in her delicious fluids and mounted her from behind, using my wet hands to massage her breasts and nipples at the same time. As I entered her, she let out a moan that I will never, ever forget. Had it not come from her mouth, I would have sworn it emanated from some exotic animal of the jungle--a primal sound that any living thing would understand as meaning "this is so damn good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The hood of an old Buick is a pretty large space, and we utilized all of it in every possible position. She climbed atop me, I resting my back against the windshield and she flat-footed on the hood copulating straight up and down on my penis, not unlike the pistons churning wildly within the rings of the big V-8 engine just beneath us. Her large labia would disappear into her vagina as I plunged in, only to reappear a split-second later as my thick penis withdrew. Her breasts, covered in exaggerated beads of sweet perspiration, heaved and swayed in the moonlight until I would reach up to push them together, squeezing the moisture into a little stream that ran down her tummy, across her belly button, and then merged at her genitalia in a confluence of sweat, vaginal fluids, and saliva. Yes, I had a feeling this was a lucky day, and I certainly felt like the luckiest man alive. In a word, this was GREAT! A dream come true. I could give many more details about what happened on the hood of my old Buick that night, but let me end this portion by saying that we were there for some 2 and a half hours and had more orgasms that we even bothered to count, and the hood of the car, though extra strong and thick like they all were back in those days, suffered a slight indentation when viewed in proper light! Of course I never did turn it in to State Farm, since I really did not want to explain how I regarded the whole incident as truly "comprehensive coverage." In the few weeks before I had to go back to college 400 miles away, Zoe and I got together every couple of days for more fun. It was during this time period that I discovered she was a HIGH SCHOOL senior. Since she looked a few years older than 18, when she mentioned she was a "senior" before, I naturally thought she was a college senior. Her parents knew I was twenty-two and soon to be twenty-three, but were always totally cool with our relationship and would even find reasons to leave us alone at their house: "We're going to go get ice cream and won't be back for about an hour." Near the end of September, I left to return to college, and we wrote each other back and forth several times. Naturally, I told my college roommate all these stories (a man does not truly complete his orgasm until he's told his best friend), and I showed him some of Zoe's modeling photos, too. (Cindy Crawford, Zoe's in town, get another job). Being horny guys with good imaginations, I asked my roomie if he'd be interested in all three of us hopping in bed together. Like he had to think about that for a while or something!!! Zoe was going to be coming to my college town for an equestrian event she was competing in around Halloween, so I write Zoe a very carefully written letter proposing that she think about having sex with both of us simultaneously. She was at that phase in life where she liked experimenting, and as you already know by now, really loved sex. She wrote back and indicated she was very interested, although she had never met my roomie but had heard me speak fondly of him. I counted every minute until she arrived on Halloween weekend. After all, my roommate and I were feeling awfully lucky in those days. Well, I thought Halloween would never arrive and counted virtually every minute until Zoe arrived. When she finally did, I was so glad to see her. It had been over a month since I had seen (read, made love with) her, so we had our "normal" two-hour multi-orgasmic terrific sex session as soon as she got to my apartment. We took a shower (more good soapy sex in there), wrapped towels around us, and went into the living room to cool off where the big window air conditioner was. A little while later, my roommate arrived, and the expression "drop-dead gorgeous" always seems to best describe his reaction to meeting Zoe. He just about dropped dead from excitement! A few minutes later, the phone rings, and it's friends inviting us to a Halloween party where we must show up in costumes. Heck, we'd been so pumped up about a threesome with Zoe, we never even thought about Halloween and costumes. It's not exactly like college guys have costumes in their closets, and we weren't about to spend perfectly good beer money on a costume. Being cheap and depraved, I suggested we strip naked, which would be as simple as Zoe and I removing our towels at that point, and go as nudists, but it was a good hike to the party and the forecast was for a low of 25 degrees that night, so I got out-voted on that one. I then began to rummage through some drawers and found several sets of long thermal white underwear. Zoe was 6 feet tall, and I was 6 feet two inches, so I figured it would fit the two of us. I had last washed them in hot water, and they fit skin-tight. Zoe said it reminded her of old-fashioned bed clothes, so we decided to round out that theme by fashioning old-timey stocking bed caps from some stretched-out tube socks and pulling those onto our heads. I must say that this was a great idea in that this thermal underwear showed every delightful curve in Zoe's body and featured her name-brand rigid nipples quite prominently. Heck, they were so tight that it was even obvious that I had been circumcised! We were, in effect, nude, but would be quite comfortable in the cool evening air. My roomie put on the third pair, and we all got quite "friendly" as we dressed each other and slammed down a few brews. It seemed like the timing was right for our lucky days to culminate. Yes, the time was nigh, and Zoe had that "are-you-guys-going-to-do-me-now-or-do-me-later-or-both?" look on her face. Answer: both, girlfriend. Thankfully, she really liked my roomie, as did most people, since he was such a nice and laid-back guy. I put some New Wave music (Zoe's favorite, despite her interest in Jazz) on my killer stereo, cranked the volume, poured her some white wine, and fired up some special smokes from a roll-your-own mix we kept on hand. We all began to dance and shake our booties, touching and brushing against each other as we did so. The windows on this side of my second-story apartment faced those of the second-story apartment in the building parallel to mine, where an older gay gentlemen lived by himself. He'd made a pitiful pass at me the previous Thanksgiving when I ended up drinking most of the whiskey he'd brought over as he struggled to hold his, but he was a good soul. His windows were only about 15 feet away from mine. He loathed loud music and appeared right away with a frown on his face, but I pretended not to notice him. I figured this would be a good time to give him a little show, so we began to peel off our "bed clothes." My roomie's long half-erect penis was flailing about as he bumped butts with Zoe and I tweaked her big nipples and played with my own fully erect penis. Funny thing, the neighbor's frown turned to pleased amazement as he gawked at our trio cavorting about naked. Although I'd never thought about such a thing before, I took my roomie's penis in my hand and led him over to Zoe's breasts and began to rub it against her wonderful nipples. Something about the gay neighbor watching this and knowing he had the hots for me made it especially stimulating, though I was not the least interested in this gentlemen or men generally. I must say that my roomie's throbbing penis in my hand stroking against Zoe's breasts as I fingered her wet vagina with my other hand was definitely appealing and surprisingly, very comfortable. Feeling Kind of Lucky Zoe began to suck my roomie's penis, and I bent down to French kiss her just as she let loose from its tip. As she started to go back down on him, she pulled my head to one side of his penis as she pressed her lips against its other side, then extended her tongue against and beneath his penis to French kiss my lips. I reciprocated, so that we are simultaneously French-kissing each other as we lick the sensitive underside of my roomie's 'penis. We proceeded to go up and down his shaft together, then parted from each other as she gave him a powerful sucking and I licked and nibbled his scrotum. All the while, I'm also playing with her breasts and vagina, which she is enjoying immensely from the sounds of her moaning and look in her eyes, and she is massaging my penis with her free hand. My roomie was in ecstasy, and the neighbor was whacking madly at his little penis lubed with the cooking oil from his kitchen! It was at that moment that I realized that "luck" might have an expanded meaning. So the three of us go into the adjacent breakfast room, which also faced our neighbor's windows, and Zoe and I climbed up onto the big, sturdy dining table, which served as sort of a "stage." We got into a 69 position, she atop me, and my roomie stood at the opposite end of the table so that Zoe could easily suck his penis as I licked and sucked her genitals from below. All the lights were on, and I could really see her better than ever before. Her clitoris was as big as my pinkie finger, and just as hard, as she ground it on my face. And her large labia were so meaty and rubbery, delightful to pull through your lips, first one side, then the other, then both, then back down through her dripping vagina with my tongue to that hard clitoris again, which I would simultaneously lick and suck, making slight adjustments to the feedback of her moans. In this 69, since we were nearly the same height, my throbbing penis lay perfectly between her dangling breasts, which gently brushed it as she sucked my roomie's penis from base to tip and tickled his gonads with her dexterous finger tips. Then she would reach down to her genitals, wet both hands with her voluminous juices, and manually stroke my roomie's penis as she switched to suck me for a while. Using my fingers to keep her aroused, I could look past her genitals, between her gorgeous breasts, to view her taking real good care of my roomie's most-erect-ever penis. Then my roomie came around to my end of the table and climbed up, padding his knees with two placemats. This was the first time I'd ever seen him use placemats! I looked up to see the underside of his very long and slender penis poised at the entry to Zoe's vagina, so I parted her labia with my tongue and, using both hands, spread her buns apart wide. Some air rushed out of her vagina as it popped fully open to reveal the soft wet redness within. Never one to be forward, my roomie then looked down at me and asked, "can I put it in your girlfriend now?" Answering that question for herself, Zoe quickly rocked back to engulf his entire length in one smooth motion as she screamed in abject pleasure. I could see her labia fold into her vagina as he entered and reappear each time he withdrew, and in synchrony, I would lick her clitoris and the underside of his penis, nibbling his scrotum as he went all the way in. It was at that moment that I turned my head just in time to see our gawking gay neighbor ejaculate onto his otherwise perfectly clean windows. I smiled and gave him the thumbs up gesture. Embarrassed, he skulked away out of sight. Indeed, it seemed that it was everyone's lucky day. My roomie pumped her steadily for some 10 minutes as I watched and assisted from below. For variety, I'd take a generous helping of her seemingly infinite supply of genital fluids and rub her perfect firm breasts, drawing out her nipples an incredible one full inch between thumb and forefinger. I thought it would be great if we could all climax at the same time, although I think Zoe had already had a few mini-orgasms. The next tune on the stereo was the Talking Head's David Byrne singing, "up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!" which certainly seemed to capture the moment and helped us get in perfect sexual rhythm. I have to hand it to my roomie, considering this was the sexiest girl by far he'd ever have and this was his first time with her, he was going the distance. Of course, Zoe and I had made love several times before he got home, but I could feel my own tide was about to crest pretty soon. No premature ejaculations here, folks! Our pace quickened, and I was glad I'd affixed the extra bracing brackets to the table we were still on. Occasionally, my roomie would pull his penis all the way out of Zoe and rub it on her labia and clitoris before re-inserting, and it was then I could see a little pre-ejaculatory emission on its tip, so I knew he was getting close. Zoe must have noticed the same phenomenon with me, and she began to suck me with greater depth, vigor, and vacuum, using one hand to clench my penis at its base and the other hand to cup and tickle my scrotum. Each time she would go down, her long rigid nipples would pluck my stomach, and once every few times she would lick her own nipples and my naval just before spiraling one of them into my bellybutton for good measure. I sucked and licked her clitoris for all I was worth as I watched my roomie pound her at blurring speed. I heard him gasp "ooooh" and then saw semen begin to ooze from her vagina as he continued to pump without pause. Always seeking variety, I wet my left middle finger with this mixture of his sperm and her juices, and taking advantage of my long arms, reached around her bottom to plunge that finger into her tight little anus up to the second knuckle. She shuddered and proceeded to suck every drop of semen from me as I ejaculated in utter ecstasy for what seemed like minutes. I could see her vagina and inner lips turning somewhat purplish as she simultaneously released her mouth from my penis with a loud "pop", grasped and jerked it with her left hand, and reached around with her right hand to shove my finger to the third knuckle in to her quivering bottom. She was making sounds that I would have sworn came from a wild animal as she trapped my roomie's penis fully inserted into her vagina, and I could see wave after wave of orgasms crash through her entire body. The Talking Heads record ended, and as I was about to remove my finger from her anus, she held it there with her clenched fist and said, "Let's go to the Halloween party now, boys, but, (now looking directly at me) I'm going to need something bigger in there when we come back." Well, we cleaned ourselves up, wriggled back into the tight thermal underwear, donned our tube socks stocking caps, and headed to the Halloween Party as Bed People. Now I've worn some pretty stupid-looking costumes before, but this was the most ridiculous outfit ever! No one was looking at me, though, since those tight thermals revealed every drool-inducing contour of her 18-year-old body. On the walk to the party, the cold night air only caused her perma-hard nipples to perk that much more. Staring at them as he opened the door, my friend Rick said, "So, what are you dressed as?" "Bed People," she replied. "And what exactly are Bed People?" Rick probed. Putting her arms around me and my roommate and without changing her deadpan expression, Zoe explained, "People like us who like to stay in bed and have sex with each other most of the time." Asked and answered! Rick couldn't take his eyes off her the whole time we were there as he threw every gram of charm he had at her, to no avail. His live-in girlfriend Lois, herself a to-die-for piece (featured in my story "Heather & Lois & Me"), was obviously not enjoying the attention he was lavishing on Zoe, so—they both being friends I did not want to cause a problem with—Zoe, I, and my roomie did not stay too long and departed the party for my apartment. We got back and immediately went into my bedroom and stripped completely naked with every light on bright. Standing flat-footed facing the 6-foot-tall Zoe, my diminutive roomie's mouth was perfectly even with her breasts, which he suckled and fondled with joy as she ran her long fingers through his long, curly hair. "Unbelievable," he would utter dozens of times over the next couple of hours. I stood behind her and kissed her neck and ears, caressed her shoulders and back and hips and bottom, as my erect penis lay, not within her, but trapped in her crotch between the tops of her silky smooth legs and projecting clear through. My roomie dropped down to his knees to eat her, and finding me there instead, took my tip into his mouth and sucked it as I rubbed it back and forth up against her moist labia and clitoris. Looking down, Zoe said, "What an incredible turn-on! It looks like I have a penis!! And with you rubbing me with it like that while I watch Gary suck it, it feels like I have a penis!!! Suck my penis, Gary, suck it good!" Now if this wasn't getting kinky, then I don't know what is. Without breaking this juxtaposition, we baby-stepped over to my bed, which was low to the floor since I had the mattress on top of box springs but no frame beneath. Gary sat in the middle of the bed as Zoe knelt on its edge to suck him with her back arched so that her fabulous bottom was at the perfect place for me to sit Indian-style behind her on the floor to look at and lick and suck and probe and look at again as her genitals became increasingly wet. Between her extremely long legs, I observed her blowing Gary and he tweaking her inch-long, rubbery nipples. She asked, "How am I doing?" To be brutally honest, Zoe had a pretty good idea of how to suck a man off, but her prowess in this skill did not match her drop-dead good looks. She simply needed some coaching in the art of blowjobs, so without being critical, I took the opportunity to tell and show her how on Gary. I showed her how to use her hands simultaneously with her mouth yet keep her arms positioned so that the man could still see and touch her breasts, how good testicle-licking and sucking was, and how to hold the erect penis in her hand with the proper firmness. How to look up into the man's eyes as she sucked him, how to gradually increase the suction and pace of up-and-down motions as the BJ progressed, and what the signs were that the man was about to come. She was such a willing student! She wanted to know how to be a great lover, and I was more than happy to teach this young girl. She learned very quickly and was eager to demonstrate her improved skills, so I switched places with Gary so that she could suck me and he eat her out. Oh, was she ever doing a great job now , not that she was shabby before! Her entire bottom soaking wet, Gary then mounted her from his behind position and pumped her deep a few times before he popped out of her and she trapped his penis in her crotch as she had done mine before. Gary's penis was more slender but longer than mine—a good eight inches I'd say—and it protruded from her trimmed bush quite prominently in this position. Zoe was clearly captivated by this hermaphroditic notion of herself, saying to me, "How do you like my long skinny penis, mister? I have a nice wet vagina, too, and two boobs with the longest red nipples you'll ever see." Reversing roles from a moment ago, she proceeded to instruct me in how to suck "her" penis, remembering everything I had told her, so I dutifully followed her instructions. Kinky as a sombich!!! I wanted to look and play with her genitals again, so I did so from behind as she climbed on top of Gary and rubbed his penis between her breasts lubricated with her endless supply of vaginal juices. As this happened, I alternately licked and sucked every part of her picture-perfect ass, spending more and more time at her little anus. She had said up on the dining table earlier that evening that she wanted something bigger in there, but this hole was really little and was super tight on just one finger before, and the very last thing I wanted was to hurt her. So I stuck my thick rod in her vagina and worked it good for the next twenty minutes, raising my ejaculation threshold yet another couple of notches. Well, Gary was ready for some of that wet vagina, so he slid down from her breasts as I grabbed them myself from behind and she lowered herself onto his long penis and ground it hard and deep. Watching this fabulous sight from behind and below, I finally got up the nerve to insert my large thumb into her bottom hole, it being so wet from her vaginal fluids that it needed no additional lubrication. She moaned and rode it down nearly to the palm of my hand as Gary steadily pounded her "regular" hole. Now most girls don't like anything at all going up the old dirt road, rejecting the idea entirely; some girls will "let" a man put something in her anus, tolerating it; while some others will request a man insert things in there, enjoying it. I could see now that Zoe was of the latter persuasion. But still, my penis was five or six times thicker than my thumb. Well, get there in stages, I thought, so I carefully inserted my other thumb alongside the first one and gently eased in. Her reaction was "Oooooooh, yeah." I wiggled those thumbs and sort of leveraged them against each other, gradually loosening her up to where I could actually imagine me fitting in there. All the while, Gary continued to pound her diligently all the way in and all the way out as Zoe cooed with pleasure. OK, dude, I said to myself, it's now or never. I got my incredibly hard penis real wet with her juices, and, thumbnail to thumbnail inside her anus, I parted my thumbs and pulled them out as I slowly inserted my thick schlong's tip onto the entrance ramp to the Hershey Highway. This was much bigger than those two thumbs, and I heard Zoe whimper softly. With one hand she pulled Gary out and held him tightly in her fist. With the other hand she grabbed my shaft in the middle and very slowly eased me inside her about three inches, then was perfectly still for about a minute. You could have heard a pin drop in that room. I knew then that this was not the first time she had tried anal sex. Then she put Gary back inside her vagina. He very slowly and methodically pumped her, and it felt so good he rubbing through her vaginal walls up against my penis in her bottom hole, the tightest place by far my fella had ever ventured. Shortly, I could feel her anus relax ever so slightly, so as Gary withdrew on his "out" stroke, I buried myself all the way in her. She whimpered not so softly this time, but quickly said, "No, it's OK, just be still right there for a little while." I stayed perfectly motionless as Gary plunged in and out and pleasured me through the thin flesh that separated us. Gradually, I began to move a little back and forth until eventually I was thrusting all the way in her as Gary thrust out of her, and I out of her as Gary plunged into her. He was a percussionist, and at that moment I was so glad for his perfect sense of rhythm. Meanwhile, Zoe was howling like a wild wolf with moans of pleasure so loud and obviously sexual that I knew everyone in the building must have heard. Gary and I were moaning pretty loud ourselves. Every twentieth stroke or so, we would allow our penises to come completely out just to enjoy the sight of her open vagina and anus before the sight of our re-entering, first Gary folding her meaty lips in, then me penetrating the world's tightest hole, to maintain our alternating in-out routine. I was really concerned about splitting Zoe in half, so I was particularly attentive to her condition at all times, and I am sure that I counted six times that she climaxed while we were both inside her. As for us, Gary did not want to come before me, and I did not want to come before him, and that's probably the reason we lasted so long. I finally said, "Gary, we gotta finish Zoe before we maim her for life." So, we quickened our pumping to a frenzy--like two Fokker Tri-Plane machine guns firing as Zoe, sputtering like a Sopwith Camel, screamed, "You Fokkers!!!" (OK, she didn't really say that, but I just could not resist the obvious pun.) Gary and Zoe and I all came at almost the same moment. If normal orgasms are like fireworks, then this was a nuclear holocaust. My whole body felt like one huge creaming penis as blood coursed through my neck and ears and temples and thighs and backs of my knees and even my feet! How long did this last? I dunno. Time? What's time? What's up? What's down? What's my name, anyway? I can sum up Gary's state of mind by telling you that he had the biggest grin on his face since the dawn of Homo Sapiens. Zoe, lying on her back for the first time that evening, seemed utterly oblivious, her sloppy vagina and anus oozing with my and Gary's semen. I did not envy her equestrian competition tomorrow. I had never known her to smoke, yet she lit up one of Gary's Marlboros and consumed it in five deep puffs. She was, indeed, one smoking hot chick.