0 comments/ 156784 views/ 6 favorites Last Laugh By: SueBry Sue and I have been married for eleven years, and we spent the first seven years together without kids. Now we have a five year old and a three year old. To say the least, they've caused us to change our lifestyle a little. Before the children, we were far more socially and sexually active. In fact, we were rather wild: Both of us have enjoyed sex in a variety of places and positions, and with a variety of techniques and toys. We'd even kicked around the idea of adding another partner to our romps. Admittedly, I was far more interested in having another lady join us that I would have been about a male third. At one point we had even decided to invite a girl from work to join us. Sue was excited about the whole thing, as was I, but our female guest got cold feet and chickened out. Luckily, there was no big scene, and Sue and I enjoyed some big orgasms later that night! Sue was as hot as a firecracker, and I had the only fire hose! We live in a nice little neighborhood now, and we'll never have to move again unless we want to. We've pretty much settled in, and the children have lot's of little buddies. Sue and I have met all our neighbors, and that's where the story begins. Our neighbor, Cindy, is 29 and lives alone with her mother and two dogs. She works an office job and is very attractive, but I've never seen her with any men. In fact, the only guest I've ever seen at her house was a rather sturdy looking girl, who I assumed was a dyke. But that's not really important - it's a free country, right? Cindy walks her dogs every evening, and always stops to chat with folks up and down the street. I'd noticed that she seems to like Sue, as they'll talk as long as they can - until something interupts them. I kid Sue often about her "girlfriend", but she insists that Cindy isn't interested in her. When I suggest that we invite Cindy to make a sandwich with us she always says that I couldn't handle it. My wife can be very naive. One night recently, when I got home after work, Sue told me that she had invited Cindy over. I perked up, and I asked, "Are we gonna make a sandwich?" Sue slapped at me, and said no. "Well, you've got to watch that girl, dear... She's a carpet muncher!" "No she's not.", she said. Sue started slapping me again when I went on, "Mark my words: She won't stop 'til she's eating your pussy or you're eating hers...", I had to scramble and duck, "or both!" Sue chased me away, but she was laughing. The evening began innocently enough, at least on my part. Cindy came over and the three of us were watching a movie on HBO. This wasn't a special occasion - we were just hanging out. The kids were asleep upstairs, and we were relaxing in the living room with beers and joints. When the movie ended, the girls started chatting and I left the room to check email and do a little web surfing. After a while I went to get another beer and checked to see what they were doing. Cindy and Sue were now sharing the smaller couch and were talking and laughing. They stopped abruptly when they noticed me. On the TV was an episode of "Real Sex", and on the screen were four couples who were frolicking nude in a mud bath. It looked pretty silly, but I have to admit that the idea seemed like fun. Except for their silence, neither of the girls seemed to be affected by either me or the TV. Anway, I went back to the computer room and continued to dally digitally. I suppose about an hour passed before I noticed that I could hear the shower running upstairs. "Oh boy!", I thought. When Sue takes a shower late at night it usually means I'm going to get lucky. And sure enough, a few minutes later Sue appeared in a robe. She cuddled up to me and mashed her breasts into my face, suggesting that I should come to bed. After groping her butt a little I told her I'd be up as soon as I could shut down the machine. On my way through the house I started undressing. My shoes and socks came off through the kitchen and dining room. I left my shirt in the living room, and my pants were unzipped and open by the time I hit the top of the stairs. I opened our door and noticed two things immediately: A scented candle was lit, and Cindy was in the bed with Sue. I froze and considered... They weren't doing anything, but they both appeared to be naked under the sheet. Sue broke the ice by throwing off the sheet and telling me to hop in. I nearly broke my neck in my haste to shuck my jeans and run to the bed at the same time. My wife is very cute, and still has a perfect figure, despite two children. But Cindy interested me more - she was a new toy altogether. Her breasts are a little smaller than Sue's, but firm looking with very pointy nipples. I also noticed that her thighs are a little fuller, but enticing nonetheless. As I climbed in between them I jokingly asked Sue if we were "gonna make a club?" She smiled and grabbed my cock, then she said, "We were talking, and I told Cindy how horny you are, and how you always wanna try a three-way. I told her I didn't think you could hang, and now we're gonna find out!" Once I was settled between them, the girls man-handled me onto my back and then started to smother me with kisses and licks, starting at my head and quickly moving down to my nipples. I was unsure of which girl I should focus on, but I tried to have them both, as best I could. My cock was as hard as iron by the time Cindy touched it for the first time. She whispered something to Sue about it being "so hot", and then they both fondled my erection. Soon they were sliding down the bed toward my groin, and Cindy told me to scoot up against the headboard to give them more room. Sue pushed my one leg up to get it out of the way, then she moved between them to get right into my crotch. Cindy had my other leg pinned and she was humping my shin as she and Sue began to lick the lollipop. Sue loves to suck me but she rarely swallows my cum. I wondered if Cindy had that little hangup, as she and my wife tongued my rod. They took turns sucking the swollen head, and then licking up and down it's length. Soon I was oozing clear fluid and they had a little tongue battle to get the drops they squeezed from me. From my half sitting position, I was getting quite a show! These two hot women were lavishing my schlong with saliva, and Sue was gently cupping and kneeding my balls. Cindy had been caressing my chest and tweaking my nipples and I realized that I wasn't going to be able to take this for very long. Then I watched Cindy's other hand slither over to Sue's butt. She palmed Sue's round ass cheek, and then traced her fingers along the back of her thighs. Sue paused and stiffened as Cindy's hand moved up between her legs. I was near bursting at this point, and Sue had stopped licking and breathing. Then, with a soft moan, Sue arched her butt a little and spread her legs for Cindy: Sue also renewed her attack on my hardness. The ladies seemed to be thinking with one mind as they ran their lips up and down, again and again. Their tongues touched and moved together to tickle the ganglia just beneath my cockhead. I groaned out something to Cindy about how Sue loves to be fingered. Their hot breath on my body had me going over the edge, and I felt my cum begin to rise. Cindy was kind of mumbling and Sue was actually squealing as I gushed. Orgasm caused me to grunt and close my eyes as my cum spurted up into the air. It felt like my balls would be pumped out with it... When I noticed that Sue wasn't licking me any longer I opened my eyes. Cindy was looking at my face as she licked up the jism flowing down my cock. Sue watched her as Cindy took me into her mouth and proceeded to suck me empty. Sue's eyes were a little unfocused and her face was red, and she was wiggling her butt against Cindy's hand - still very busy in her center. Soon I was limp. My once proud cock was dwindling and I was weak from the intensity of my orgasm. Cindy let me slide out of her mouth and then begin to lick a few errant drops of cum from Sue's cheek and neck. Sue closed her eyes and began to pant, and then Cindy caught her in a lip lock. Cindy tried to crawl over my leg to get at Sue, then she just pushed me out of the way. My legs were wobbly, but I still got up off the bed so that Cindy could have her way with Sue. Sue laid her head on the bed and pushed her butt up even higher as Cindy pulled and tugged at her. Soon Sue's boobs were mashed into the mattress, her legs were spread wide and her knees were almost under her, as Cindy's hands met in her sweet triangle. Cindy steadily rubbed at Sue's button while her other hand explored all around between Sue's legs and her intimate opening. Switching hands, Cindy rubbed Sue's clit again and started to smooth her pouty inner lips - I was mesmerized by the vision - the deep red color, the moisture from within her glistening in the candle light. And Cindy seemed to be worshiping her beautiful sex. My cock started to swell again. My legs felt strong and my balls were tight. I felt hot blood coursing through me as I watched them. Cindy lovingly brought her off, and Sue was wild and wanton in the release of her passion. Sue had both hands locked in the sheets above her head as she thrust her pelvis back toward Cindy's skillful probing fingers. Sue sobbed and shuddered as the waves of pleasure broke over her extremely stimulated body. And Cindy was right there for her... Cindy held her tight around her upper thigh as Sue twitched around. I remember Sue's flesh jiggling with the shock waves of her orgasm, and the intense look in Cindy's eyes. Her fingers deftly provided a few well timed after shocks for Sue, like she was trying to let her down easily. Finally, Sue fully relaxed, and after stretching out, curled up against Cindy's naked form. The girls cuddled like this for a little while before the unanswered passion in Cindy demanded it's fill. Her kissing and stroking became more delicately targeted as she gently moved Sue into the center of the bed. When Sue was fully on her back, Cindy kissed a trail down her body much like the one I had experienced. Sue's eyes never opened while Cindy manipulated her breasts - cupping them, pointing their rosy nipples skyward and then pursing her lips and sucking them into her lips. I was fascinated by this experience. No other person on earth knows how to pleasure this woman, my wife, as well as I do, yet Cindy was quickly and rather obviously persuading Sue into the position most commonly reserved for fucking: Sue was totally reclined on her back, with her legs spread and her knees propped up high. My strongest impulse was to jump onto her, plunge into her and swim in her sexuality. But Cindy had the same idea - and she was there first. She laid on my wife fully, grinding her mound against Sue's upturned twat. Sue arched her cunt upward as Cindy kissed her and touched her all over. While she did spend time playing with Sue's nipples, she soon moved down to eat her pussy. She spread Sue's labia and puckered her lips directly on her clitoris. While her hands drifted willy-nilly over Sue's flushed skin Cindy licked the alphabet across the moist little nub at her center. Our horny guest's own sex was exposed and vulnerable as she knelt leaning on her elbows. I saw that Cindy's fleshy lips were smooth, clear and shaved bald. Her upturned cunt presented the perfect inverted heart shaped target for my fully restored erection. Not one to waste an opportunity, I moved behind her onto the bed, and grasped her hips. But as I pressed the bulbous head of my dick against her, Cindy broke her oral grip on Sue and whispered over her shoulder, "No! Just watch!" When she renewed her oral assault on Sue I decided to plug up the only remaining opening I saw: Sue's lips were parted and moist as I moved to the head of the bed. First I bent over her to offer a nipple to her, and when she responded enthusiastically I pulled away to substitute my cock. Sue greedily sucked and licked the slippery head of my penis as Cindy ate her out. I was happy with this attention, and Sue seemed to enjoy it too - as she moaned on me repeatedly. Sue sought her private pleasure while opposite ends of her were fucked by opposites: My dick was cycling in and out of her mouth as Cindy's talented tongue was circling around her inner lips and clit. Sue began to shudder and rock and moan onto my cock. I wasn't really ready to cum again, but the sensations were incredible as she came in Cindy's mouth. Sue bucked her mound against Cindy's face as she came again - her first orgasm in a womans mouth. This time she was much more expressive. Sue groaned with my organ deep in her mouth, and that nearly made me cum too. But she soon lost interest in making me cum - she wanted to help someone else - she said, "Hurry... Fuck Cindy! Let her have this gorgeous cock! Go on.... it's OK! Fuck her good and make her cum!" All the while, she was quivering and jumping in Cindy's grip. Cindy raised up from between Sue's thighs smiling. Her lips and chin were wet and shiny with my wife's cum, and her tongue was darting around licking it up. "No, Sue...", she said, "I want YOU to fuck me! Please?" She was begging Sue. Cindy started whispering "please" over and over, as she kissed a trail up Sue's lower belly. She stopped to tongue her navel, before heading toward Sue's bright pink nipples, and she kept up the whispering all the while - even with one and then the other nipple trapped between her lips. Moving upward again, she kissed Sue deeply, and then whispered into her ear, "Please fuck me? Please?" Sue looked up at me with a question in her eyes. I admit that I was thinking with the brain in my hand - the one that was so hard it hurt - but I managed to nod at my wife and stammer something stupid. I guess my encouragement settled her mind, as she embraced Cindy and began to kiss her passionately. I know this woman, and I know what her kisses are like, and Cindy was certainly going to enjoy them too. As the ladies started to get busy with each other, Sue's hands roamed Cindy's hot flesh. Sue grabbed a double handful of our neighbor's naked butt and rolled her over onto her back. Sue told me, "get my buddy", and I knew she was referring to her favorite realistic latex dildo. I let go of my cock and began to ransack Sue's drawers, thinking that it was funny that I'd have trouble finding it! Turning back, I saw that Cindy had wrapped her legs around Sue's waist. Cindy was just getting a grip on Sue's nipple, and rubbing the other. Cindy started humping her loins into Sue's stomach as I handed Sue the ersatz penis. Sue quickly reached around beneath her with the dildo, into the gap between Cindy's raised hips. I couldn't see exactly what Sue was doing, but I could tell by the way Cindy reacted that she had felt the rubber dong touch her. Cindy's eyes popped open and she gasped as Sue worked on her. Sue and I had both done this to Sue enough that I supposed that Sue was doing the same things to Cindy. Sue was also gobbling at Cindy's flattened breasts, and sucking her nipples very hard - pulling them up, stretching them with her lips. Cindy was moaning now, and she grabbed Sue's head while she shook her own back and forth. Suddenly, Cindy's breathed a loud "Oh!" that left her mouth wide open. I figured it out soon enough: Cindy wrapped her arms around the back side of her knees and pulled them up to her until her knees where touching her shoulders. Sue sat back on her heels and I saw that she had just the bulbous head of the dildo in Cindy's shaved twat. When Sue saw her friend's hairless cunt lips she seemed to be fascinated. She reached out and touched them gently, exploring the velvet folds, as she worked the dildo in and out with very short, slow strokes. I knew that she had the dildo's head caught in that tight opening to Cindy's vagina, and she was teasing Cindy with the rim, just like I do to Sue all the time... Sue gave our hot playmate a few more short strokes before slowly applying some force - pushing it steadily deeper into Cindy. With her knees up so far, Cindy looked a little silly. But neither Sue or myself were looking at anything but Cindy's gaping cunnie, and the dildo that was fucking it. Cindy began whispering again, this time hissing "yesss" like a broken record. Then Cindy found her nipples with her fingers and began to roll and pull them savagely while trying to hunch down onto the fake cock. As she pushed the dong deeper, Sue reached for the swollen button atop Cindy's slit, gently tracing around it with a polished nail, and then lightly pinching it. And that's all it took for Cindy - she spasmed and moaned as the orgasm swept over her. Cindy lost her senses, but I still had mine - I could see the protruding dildo quiver from the contractions of Cindy's cunt. I could smell the lusty aroma of aroused women. I could hear the heavy breathing of both girls, and I could feel my cock heating up. Common sense told me to fuck something - to impale somebody with my heavy pole and rock it in and out, over and over. That's when Sue started in on Cindy again. Without letting go of the rubber toy, Sue got down on her elbows and began to stir it within Cindy's pussy. Her movements were more complicated than before, but the idea was similar - she was fucking Cindy hard, sluicing it in and out of her soaked love canal with deft wrist movements. Sue was staring closely at the neatly trimmed bush, the quivering clit, and the crimson inner folds rippling over the bumpy shaft. And then she kissed Cindy's pussy, very gently. As Sue fucked another woman with her favorite personal sex toy, she began to run her lips and then her tongue over the delicate tissues of Cindy's most personal flesh, tasting the honey of Cindy's orgasm. Now I knew where to stick it! Sue's position had exposed her lovely bottom again, and the furry opening at it's center. Her "target" looked even more inviting than Cindy's had earlier: Like a perfect flower, pink and dewy, and fully blossomed. I moved up behind Sue, but I could only get my knees on the bed - there wasn't room for much more. I placed a hand on her backside, and was surprised to find my wife's skin hot to the touch. Using my handhold for leverage I aimed my dribbling prick at her entrance and wiggled it around a little to pick up her juices. Once I had my plum-colored knob slippery, I used it to flick her clit up and down. Sue whimpered, but it sounded muffled by Cindy's vulva. Once again, Cindy began to moan and shake. "Kiss it!", she hissed. And kiss it, she did - Sue's tongue was twiddling the bud while her pet dildo was stretching Cindy's innards - pulling at her tender inner lips. Cindy started to shake harder, and she reached up over her head to brace against the headboard, pushing herself deeper into Sue's grasp. Moaning out a loud, "Ooooo!", Cindy let go again. Her juices were flowing out over the fake cock and Sue's fingers, as her pussy contracted repeatedly. Sue stopped her fucking and sucking for a moment, as Cindy's gyrations calmed. I was suspended between in and out, having accidentally pushed a little while I had been diddling Sue with my cock. The head of my cock was trapped in Sue's entrance, like the dildo had been in Cindy's. I had to get my breath - this was all too much, and I didn't want to miss anything. Cindy opened her eyes again, looking first at Sue, poised above her genitals, and then directly at me. I was incapable of thinking past my urge to cum in Sue, but I swear thet she gave me such a funny look - to me, in my frenzied state, it was almost like she was speaking the words, "See! She wants ME! SHE fucked me, but YOU can't!" As if in answer to her unspoken challenge, I drove it home... burying my cock in Sue, and pushing her forward into Cindy's pelvis. Sue grunted with pleasure and then pushed back, so I began to fuck her with a steady motion. Her channel was slick and tight, her flesh soft and hot, and her lust at it's peak. I grabbed hold of her hips while pounding her butt, and I knew without looking that her breasts were swinging wildly to the tempo of our coupling. Once I had found my rhythm, I looked Cindy in the eye again, giving her a look that I hoped she read as, "You're just her toy - I'm her man!" Granted, I wasn't thinking too clearly - I was deep in lust and trying to make an impression. Last Laugh Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks other than being smaller of stature than his age. He wasn't ugly; he was just plain and forgettable—and a little scrawny. He also didn't excel at anything. Well, there were a couple of things, but these weren't anything you'd brag about in public. He hadn't done well in high school and thus was studying auto mechanics at a vocational school instead of going to college. This wasn't really something that interested him all that much, though, so he didn't excel at that either. And he didn't really have many friends in vocational school. He'd had a few undesirable friends in high school, but they hadn't really been friends and they had taken advantage of his weakness and lack of self-respect and had been what had made him the butt of jokes and derision—so much so that he'd embraced his "nonpersonhood." Still, he did have interests and desires. And that's what brought him into the big box bookstore in Warsaw, Indiana, on a summer Saturday afternoon. He wasn't from Warsaw, and it was important to him that he wasn't. He didn't really want to be known around here, although there wasn't much danger of that. What it looked like was that he had gone to sleep standing in front of a book shelf, holding a book in his hand, way in the back of the store, oblivious to the funny looks people gave him as they wandered down the aisle. He didn't care what most people thought, though. He was interested in one particular kind of person. "That the only copy of the book on the shelf?" Neal turned his face to see who had asked about the book, John Rechy's classic gay journey book, City of the Night. That was the book Neal had been standing and holding for all to see in front of the gay and lesbian book section—just half of one shelf really—for more than thirty minutes. He took a deep breath and gave the young man a wan smile. He was more than Neal had hoped for. He looked like a construction worker who had just come off the job. A muscular Scandinavian type, not much taller than Neal was but built like a fireplug. The "coming off a job" look came from the cut-off jeans, muscle T, and heavy construction boots he was wearing. "You want this one?" Neal asked, broadening his smile a bit. "I'd like something, but not that," the young man said. "Something with more feel and bite in it than you'd find between the covers of a book. What d'ya think of that?" "I think you should have whatever you want," Neal answered. "Interested in going for a drive in my new truck?" "Sure, why not?" Neal answered. And why not indeed? This was exactly why Neal had come a third of a way across the state of Indiana to stand in front of the gay and lesbian shelf in a big box bookstore. The truck was a black and shiny Dodge Ram 2500 double cab model, all polished up like it was the guy's pride and joy, which was probably right. On the way to the truck, with the guy palming Neal's butt to guide him in the parking lot, the guy said his name was Chaz. He also was pretty clear about what he wanted and that he didn't want Neal to waste his time if that wasn't what he could have. Neal introduced himself as an Indiana State University student named Jerry, home from Terre Haute on a short vacation—and said "no problem" to what Chaz said he wanted. Neither of them believed the other as far as IDs. Chaz drove the truck no more than four blocks before he nosed the Dodge Ram around to the back of a closed strip mall of five empty storefronts. He stopped the truck, reached over and palmed the back of Neal's head, and pulled him in for a short kiss. The kiss was short enough that it seemed like one fluid movement in which the palming hand moved Neal's head to Chaz' face and then down into Chaz' lap, where he had already unzipped himself. As he fished his cock out of his shorts, he leaned back in the driver's seat and whispered a moaning, "Suck it, suck it, suck it, baby." With his head encased between Chaz' hands, Neal proceeded to do just that, having trouble opening wide enough for the dick. Chaz was built like a fireplug in equipment too—not long, but extra thick. Neal had some trouble covering the cock and gagged a bit as it pushed into his mouth cavity, but he kept at it. This is what he'd come to Warsaw for. After a few minutes Chaz tightened his grip and pulled Neal's face out of his lap. "Geez, you've got a talented mouth," he gasped. "I want more, though, this time." This time? Neal thought. I little chill of thrill went through his body. This wasn't just going to be a blow job and dumped out of the truck four blocks from his own car then, maybe. Chaz opened the driver's door and rolled out of the vehicle. Turning, he grabbed Neal by the upper arm and pulled him out too. Neal shuddered. He melted to rough. Chaz slid Neal down the line of the shiny black Dodge to the tailgate, which he unlatched and let fall, with a bang. There was a pile of gunny sacks on the bed of the truck, which Chaz quickly fanned out. With a jerk, he pulled Neal's T-shirt over his head and tossed it into the bed of the truck. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed. He jerked Neal's shorts down off his legs. "What the fuck is this?" he exclaimed again. "Try it, you'll like it." "A slip? You're wearing a woman's slip." And Neal was. It was a black silky number, with lace cut into the plunging neckline and spaghetti straps holding it on Neal's shoulders. "Don't it make you feel horny? Feel how silky it is. You can have a lot of new fantasies with this," Neal said in a husky whisper. "You feel horny, don't 'cha?" He was cupping Chaz' balls. Chaz hadn't bothered to push his cock back into his shorts or zip back up while he was pulling Neal out of the front seat. "God, you're right," Chaz growled. His cock was hard and throbbing. He placed his hands on Neal's waist and hoisted him up onto the tailgate of the truck. He stared into Neal's eyes as his hands ran over the silkiness of the black slip, gathering up material and bunching the slithery garment around Neal's waist. "Shit. And black panties too." He started to pull these off Neal's hips, but Neal reached down and grasped his wrists. "No need," he whispered coquettishly. "There's a slit." And so there was. Chaz slipped a hand into the slit to find Neal naked underneath. The fingers of one hand went to rimming and then slowly invading Neal's hole. His other hand grasped Neal's throat, holding his head down on the surface of the truck bed. Neal groaned and moved his hips, aiding in the finger fuck. He was whispering, "You're a real stud. Fuck me good. Make me feel it," in a small, breathless voice. His hands went under the hem of Chaz' athletic T, rising to the young man's hard nipples. Chaz took time to move his hands to pull off the T and toss it aside in the bed of the truck, and then he moved back to holding Neal down with a one-handed choke hold and finger fucking him with the other. Neal lifted his ankles to Chaz' shoulders on either side and continued to run his hands over the man's muscular torso and down to cup and squeeze his balls and shake and stroke his cock. Neal's own cock remained encased in the black panties. "There. Rub me there again. Make me come for you." Chaz was spending a lot a time in the finger-fucking phase, so Neal finally pointed over to his shorts and said, "Rubbers. In my shorts. Fuck me, stud. Give me your cock. Don't make me wait too long." The young man snapped out of the rut he seemed to be in, let loose of Neal's neck, and reached over for his shorts, which had been tossed in the bed of the truck. He whistled and gave Neal a sharp look. There were a dozen packets of condoms, all connected in a long string. Chaz took time to count them out loud. A full dozen. "You've come to party," he growled. "Don't you know it? So party," Neal answered in a Betty Boop voice. He waited until he heard the snap of the condom being pulled up to Chaz' root, and then he reached down and guided the cock head to his hole. For the next twenty minutes all that could be heard were grunts, groans, gasps, and low moans, as Neal's channel slowly pulled the thick cock inside and the two set up a rhythm of the fuck. Afterward, still inside Neal, Chaz leaned close down into him, their foreheads touching, and said, "You wanna be dropped back at the bookstore now, or do you wanna go for a beer? And maybe an afterward—or a bigger party." "The beer sounds good." While Neal readjusted his clothing, donning his camouflaging T-shirt and shorts again, Chaz went to the driver's side of the truck, pulled a cell phone from underneath the front seat, and made a few quick calls. They drove to a seedy-looking roadhouse at the edge of Warsaw. The first thing Neal saw when they walked in were four beefy guys, looking as much like construction workers as Chaz did, sitting in a booth at the back corner of the place, the table top littered with full, but uncapped, beer bottles, and four sets of eyes glued to the entrance. The four faces, three white and one black, wore the identical grin. "Bill, Alphonse, Mickey, and Jeb," Chaz said, in introduction, as they approached the booth. Instantly, all four faces took on an expression of confusion, but they quickly were smart enough to catch that these were their names for the day. "This here's Jerry," Chaz told them. "All sweetness, he is. And has he got a surprise for anyone interested in checking him out." With that, Chaz, slid in beside Bill and Alphonse on one side, and Mickey rolled out of the booth so that Neal could wedge between him and Jeb on the other side of the booth. Both Bill and Jeb tried to give Neal a bottle of beer at the same time, but Bill won the race. He took a moment longer than necessary to release Neal's hand and was giving him a warm smile. Both Jeb and Mickey put arms around Neal's shoulders on either side. Truth be known, Neal wasn't worried or nervous at all. He hadn't been shown this much attention by a group of guys for some time. Entertaining groups of guys had once been a specialty of his, though. Even the slip and panties idea was nothing new for him. The four new guys spent time trying to get Neal's attention and one-upping each other in their form of charm as they plied him with beer. As soon as Neal started to act woozy, though, they increasingly joked and engaged in sexual innuendo talk among themselves and acted like Neal wasn't even there—although he continued to be the center of attention. "You'll be floored with this cutie's secret," Chaz said when he thought Neal's ears were buzzing too loudly to hear what they were saying. "Give good head, does he?" That was Mickey. "That and more," answered Chaz. "And a real surprise." "I've put in for about all the beer I can afford," Bill said. "We gonna do this or not?" "So, wanna take the chicken for a little ride?" Chaz asked. "In your new Dodge Ram?" Mickey asked. "Ram," Alphonse, the black dude said. Then he laughed. "The man said ram and my dick stood up and saluted. I feel like ramming something. Ram, ram, ram." "Careful, big guy," Jeb said. "You could kill what you ram with what you got." "So, again, wanna go for a ram . . . I mean a ride?" The offer was extended by Chaz again, who added his chuckle to the rest at his little joke. "We could take him to my place," Mickey offered. "The old lady's at her mother's for the weekend. Neighbors not close enough to hear him." "I say we make a picnic of him," Alphonse said. "Down by the river. On Zeke's—I mean Jeb's— river property. I've got firsties." "The hell you do, Alphonse," Jeb chimed in. "You can use my place, but if you go first he won't feel any of the rest of us inside him." "Let's stop for weed and beer to go on the way," Bill said. Through all of this, Neal was moving his head back and forth, pointing it to whoever was talking the loudest at the moment, but giving a good indication from the sloppy grin on his face that he either didn't really hear any of it or was OK with it all. Just like he'd done in school for attention. Five beefy studs and a scrawny Neal were loaded into the Dodge truck. Chaz and Alphonse were in front, the rest were in back, with Neal sitting on the lap of the middle guy, Bill. "Jesuzz Chriist!" Bill yelled from the backseat while the truck was buzzing through the countryside. "Found the secret, did ja?" Chaz called from the front seat. "The guy's got on a black slip and panties," Jeb informed the front seat. "So, enjoy," Chaz called back. "I found it a turn-on. There's a slit in the panties." "Too late," Mickey said, with a laugh. "They're off. He's already on Bill's cock. Bill knows all about that slit." All that could be heard inside the double cab for several miles were the sounds of sex from the backseat. Neal wasn't doing much more than groaning and moaning, but when he gave a sharp cry, Chaz exclaimed a "What the fuck?" pulled over to the side of the road, and turned to look into the back. "Geez, guys, couldn't you wait for that. You'll finish him off before we even get there." "Pull off more on the shoulder," Alphonse said. "We can all do him right here." Bill was sitting in the center of the backseat. Neal was crouched in his lap, facing him, his legs bent on either side of Bill's hips and knees buried into the edge where the seat back met the cushion. He was still wearing the black slip, bunched up around his chest, but that was all. He was sitting on Bill's cock. Jeb had moved around to Neal's back, his own back pressed into the back of the front seat, and also had his cock inside Neal's ass, on top of Bill's. Mickey's hand was between Bill's and Neal's bellies, and he was stroking Neal's cock. Neal was flopping around between the two men double fucking him and moaning and groaning deeply. He had his eyes closed. His fists were grasping and digging into Bill's shoulders, the fingers opening and closing in the rhythm of whoever's cock was actively stroking inside him. With a snort of disgust, Chaz put the truck back on the road. "Not here, Alphonse. The cops police this road." Chaz parked the Dodge Ram at the end of a track a quarter of a mile off the main road into Jeb's heavily wooded river property. Jeb had cleared an area there, in a depression below the vehicle track and right next to a shallow river bed where water raced over exposed rocks. Jeb had put a picnic table down there, and whoever wasn't occupied with Neal up at the truck sat around the picnic table smoking pot, drinking beer, and joking about the gang bang they were sharing. They were all naked, for quicker transitions. They left their clothes in the bed of the truck. Chaz had told them about the twelve condoms Neal had been carrying in his shorts—eleven when Chaz and Neal had gotten to the roadhouse, and nine when they had arrived at the picnic spot. They decided that they'd use them all—that would be their goal. Chaz looked up the hill at the truck and laughed. He was high enough to be amused by the tableau of Alphonse, the big black stud, standing on a log behind the truck's tailgate, between Neal's thin white legs, which were spread and raised and were quavering such that Chaz could discern every thrust of Alphones' dick. Glimpses of Neal's hands scrabbling around on Alphonse's torso and the rim of the truck bed as he screamed his taking of a cock thicker than Bill's and Jeb's together amused Chaz. All the guys other than Chaz had already fucked Neal separately twice in the truck by the river—or en route to the river. Chaz had held Alphonse off. He knew that the big black would ream the scrawny little chicken a wide one. From Neal's cries, this seemed to be the case. This was the eleventh fuck. Chaz was holding the twelfth condom packet. He was providing the chicken, so he would have the last helping. When Alphonse was finished and had turned to climb down the hill to the picnic table, Chaz rose and made his way up the hill. He lifted Neal out of the bed of the truck and, making sympathetic clucking noises, helped Neal hobble around to the door to the backseat. He opened the rear door, and Neal made to sit on the seat gingerly. But with a laugh, Chaz pushed Neal onto his back on the seat, his legs still out of the truck. Neal moaned as Chaz rolled the last condom on his cock, and then, with a groan, Neal lifted his legs and spread them and planted his heels in the top frame of the doors on that side of the truck, arched his back, and gave a little cry as Chaz planted his feet on the running board, pushed his torso into the truck's backseat, suspended over Neal's, thrust inside Neal, and began to pump him hard and fast. After putting their clothes back on, the beefy construction workers climbed back into the truck cab. They left Neal lying on his back on the gunny sacks in the bed of the truck, an arm flung over his face, and groaning. Chaz let his four friends out at the roadhouse at the edge of Warsaw and then drove back to the shopping center where the big box bookstore was located. He pulled over to the far edge of the parking area, where there were no cars even remotely close, backed the truck to some trees, turned it off, and got out. He marched around to the tailgate, lowered it, grabbed Neal by one of his ankles and pulled him to the edge. Then he lifted the moaning Neal out of the truck. Neal wasn't moving a muscle. He let Chaz manipulate him like a rag doll. Chaz laid him down on the mulch at the fringe of the parking lot. Neal had struggled back into his shorts and T-shirt during the ride back into town. "Thanks for the party, bitch," Chaz growled. "The slip and panties were a fun surprise. Sorry, I don't know what happened to the panties. One of the guys took them as a souvenir probably. But that's what you get for taking chances like that. Bet you don't do that again anytime soon. No charge for the lesson." Neal opened his eyes, peeking at Chaz' truck as it moved off, across the empty zone of the parking lot. Bet I do it again next weekend, he thought. Although maybe not with as good results. He scampered up, belying the weakness he had been displaying, and pulled back into the woods at the edge of the parking lot. He'd work his way around to his Camaro, parked at the other end of the shopping center from the big box bookstore. He suspected Chaz would be back—maybe sooner than later. Neal would watch for this as he went to his car. He had just endured the riskiest part of all of this. It wasn't the pickup or the gang bang, or the double fuck, or Alphonse's monster cock, or being fucked twelve times. Neal had enjoyed all of that. That was one of the talents he couldn't brag about in public. He loved taking cock and could take it all day and in super sizes. Alphonse had been the best fuck of the lot—because Neal was an unabashed size queen. It was because of his other talent. There had been a distinct danger that one of those dummies would notice that they'd all been stripped of their credit cards and folding money during the gang bang. While one was leaving him and the other arriving at the truck's tailgate, Neal had been rifling their wallets. The roadhouse gang would discover that as soon as they tried to pay for beer at the roadhouse. Chaz could realize it even sooner than that. But Neal had disarmed them all with his act that he couldn't hold his beer and that he had become so incapacitated that he just let them gangbang him. The truth was that he'd never lost control over himself and he loved being gangbanged. He loved being the center of attention for groups of beefy and hung men. Last Laugh Letting go of her legs, Cindy put her feet back down on the bed, just behind Sue's arms. She raised her hips a little, sort of sticking her pussy back in my wife's face. And Sue took the bait - she pulled the slick dildo out slowly, before bringing it to her lips. Tilting her head to the side, she slowly licked it's length, turned it a little and did it again. Then she took the head in her mouth and sucked it - making humming sounds. After she'd gotten enough, she flung the used toy away. Wrapping her arms around Cindy's hips, Sue stroked her lower belly while she licked up the middle of Cindy's bald pussy. After a dramatic pause, she started to ravish Cindy's delicate parts with a passion I'd seen on only a few occasions, and always on my cock. Just as hard and enthusiastically as she was fucking me, she was devouring our female guest. All my freedom of choice was gone - my actions were predictable. I continued to ride Sue's sweet butt for all it was worth. She was so turned on that her pussy was wide open and soaking with her juices. My dick was making wet squishy noises as it moved within her. And Sue was making similar noises at the other end too - Cindy was also very wet and open, and Sue was licking and sucking up all the honey she could get. She would thrust her jaw into Cindy and seem to freeze, but from Cindy's moaning I knew that she was tongue fucking her. My balls had gotten very tight, and my dick had never been harder. But, while I knew it couldn't last, I simply could not resist reaching around to fondle Sue's tits - pulling on one, and then the other, as we galloped toward the finish line. All three of us, connected as we were, shared a similar goal - a common desire. We shared a wicked dream of endless orgasm, insurmountable pleasure, eternal ecstacy. Cindy's eyes had rolled up and closed, but I was simply staring at the scene below me - connected to me, as a moving part of me. Sue's head was wiggling around in Cindy's lap, as she nipped and licked, and sucked and poked. Cindy had splayed her arms out wide to grab the bed, and Sue had pulled Cindy's pussy lips up and open to isolate the pearly nub, so that she could suck it again, harder. Feeling my orgasm approach, and wanting to cum with Sue, I reached around to rub her clit and help bring her off. She jumped when I touched her bud, and then she reached up and held her hand against mine, letting her fingers ride along. Cindy started rocking her pelvis into Sue's face, and Sue started squealing into her pussy. In the instant that I felt the first contraction in my loins, Sue reached back further and stroked my fuzzy balls. And then everything happened really fast. My cock swelled and spurted, as I plunged into Sue one final time. Her cunt muscles gripped me, and then massaged me as her orgasm broke. Cindy screamed and grabbed Sue's hair, pulling her closer - trying to get Sue's face into her pussy. My balls gushed, and I trembled and shook, while the ladies writhed beneath me, in the throes of their mutual pleasures. For what felt like an eon, but was only a few seconds, we were a single animal, a mindless organism consumed by our lust for each other. After a while, I began to feel a little weak and drained. The girls had quieted: Sue was resting her head on Cindy's creamy abdomen, as Cindy stroked Sue's hair lovingly. As my cock shrank and slid from Sue, our fluids began to run from within her, and she scrambled to close her legs to staunch the flow. Cindy giggled at that, and then Sue started giggling too. I was feeling pretty damned good, and grinning from ear to ear. And then I had a funny thought. Looking my beloved wife directly in the eye, I said, "I told you so!", and then Sue and I dissolved into a fit of hysterical laughter, leaving Cindy with a confused grin.