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Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 01

By: erosthenes



This is the story of an incredible coincidence that happened when my wife and I were off on a short getaway to explore Brantford for two days, then meet up with Lynda's sister Barbara for a short visit.

We had rented a suite at this hotel with two separate bedrooms - it was really slick - there were en-suite baths with large oval-shaped jacuzzi tubs attached to each bedroom and a king size bed in each room. Then there was a common area with a large comfortable sofa and kitchenette - a spectacular suite and more than we expected for the price we paid.

We had just checked in at mid-afternoon, and had the first two days and nights to ourselves before Barbara was due to arrive. Also evident were hockey teams buzzing about, and their team busses. There must have been a big tournament in town that week - probably March break week for the kids. The hotel was crawling with teenaged hockey players. 

Brantford was the home town of famous hockey player Wayne Gretzky, arguably one of greatest hockey players of all time.

We wandered down to the lobby and thought we'd try and grab a bottle of wine from the bar to take back to our room to enjoy before going off to explore restaurant options for dinner. 

As we passed by the front counter, we noticed a tall black gentleman, very well dressed, having a rather animated discussion with the hotel clerk unfortunate enough to be on duty - actually the same one who had checked us in only a couple of hours before. Apparently, the gentleman had made a reservation two months prior, but arrived to find the hotel was full and there "were no rooms left".

He was quite put out, and asked the hotel clerk, "Where the hell am I supposed to go now? With this tournament on, I'm never going to find a decent place to stay? And my conference is booked at THIS HOTEL!"

Lynda and I looked at each other and wondered how such a thing could happen. We proceeded to the bar and got our wine and then stopped in the hall on our way out - knowing what each other was thinking.

"Should we...?" Lynda asked.

"Yes, we should," I interrupted. "It's the decent and proper thing to do. We have the room."

We went outside to make our way back to our room, hoping we would find him; and sure enough, he was standing just outside the main entrance doors, scrolling through his cell phone. We approached the distinguished gentleman.

"Pardon me, sir, we could not help overhearing of your predicament. May we offer assistance?" I asked.

He looked up, almost stunned, from his preoccupation with finding whatever it was he was looking for on his phone.

"Excuse me?" he answered.

"May we offer our assistance?" Lynda answered.

"My name's Mark," I said, offering my hand. "And this is Lynda."

"Mine's Denville, glad to meet you."

Denville's hand was massive, at least one and a half times the size of mine. Like mine, his handshake was firm and genuine, indicating a man of solid character. Had it been his desire, and disposition, I thought, he might have easily crushed my hand as though it were made of paper mache. 

"What sort of assistance did you have in mind?" he asked inquisitively.

"We have a two room suite we booked for the week as my sister is joining us, but not until Friday. So for the next two nights, it's basically unused," Lynda explained.

"Hotels must be like the airlines, and routinely overbook. They never used to do that," I added.

"I'm shocked - I booked this very hotel two months ago - they're holding the conference I am attending here - in fact, I am one of the presenters. And because I check in late, I find my room has been rented out from under me. I have no car, and no place to stay. Yet, I am equally shocked at your hospitality. I'm not sure what to say."

"Well, just follow us, we're headed back to the room now. If you think it'll work for you - and if you think you can put up with us for two nights, it's yours. How long are you here, Denville?"

"Two nights. That's it!"

"Perfect. Come with us and have a look then."

I helped him with one of his bags and we meandered our way along the sidewalk past the front row of rooms and around to the side, to the more modern-looking tower where our suite was located, chatting along the way about his conference and our getaway.

We were both impressed with Denville - an educated professional who was presenting material at a conference being held quite by coincidence at the same hotel we - and a quadrillion hockey players - had overbooked. He towered a good six inches taller than both Lynda and I, and appeared to be in terrific shape; and was probably in about the same ballpark age-wise - early fifties - as us too.

And very friendly as well. His face always seemed to relax into a smile at the end of each of his sentences. I thought I detected a Jamaican accent, judging from my travels abroad. 

We got off the elevator at the 8th (top) level and proceeded to our suite at the corner of the building, helping Denville in with his luggage.

"Well, come have a look at the place and see if it will suit your needs?" I suggested. 

"Wow, this is really something! I've never seen a room like this," he said.

"It's not your standard room," Lynda replied. "Like we said, we wanted something where another party could have their privacy too, and we could all have room to do our own thing."

"This is our room," said Lynda, allowing Denville to peek in, forgetting that she had left the "toy bag" open in plain view along with her sexy nighty on the bed. Clearly on display was the 'strapless' strap-on dildo Lynda used on me - the one she slipped inside her and fucked me with when we played.

There goes our little secret, I thought to myself. 

"Oops!" she giggled, as Denville smiled and winked back.

"Nice!" was all he said.

We then moved on to the next vacant bedroom, which was a mirror image of ours. Another king-bed and full-size bathroom.

"Wow. This is sweet."

Denville then glanced back toward our room, and scratched his head, and appeared to be rethinking things.

"But I can see that you two were counting on some romantic time together. I just don't want to intrude on that..."

"Nonsense!" I interjected. "We will have plenty of private time when you're attending your conference each day. Please, join us?"

"Really, we would be happy to have you, Denville," Lynda added, smiling her most convincing smile.

"That is so very gracious of you folks... what I thought was a disaster has turned into a blessing. I do not know how I can thank you. Other than insisting on paying my half of the expenses for the room as long as I am here, please grant me the honor of treating you two to dinner this evening."

While feeling that we beyond anything we would have expected, Denville was clearly being genuine and I felt that to turn down his generous offer would not be in good taste.

"I think I can speak for both of us, in saying that we would love to join you for dinner this evening, kind sir," I replied.

"Deal indeed!" answered Lynda, swiftly handing him one of the two room keys to make it official. 

Meanwhile I had uncorked Lynda's red wine and started pouring her a glass.

"May I offer you a glass of red wine, or would you rather join me and have a cold beer?"

"Ah, the latter would be most refreshing, thank you!"

I had brought some of my favorite craft brews along from British Columbia, our home province, and picked up a few samples of Ontario's on the way from the airport to the hotel.

I raised a toast: "To new friends!"

We all raised our glasses in "Cheers!" 

"So what brought you two to Ontario, and specifically, Brantford?" Denville asked.

"We are apartment hunting," Lynda answered.

"We are relocating from B.C. and are seeking out a potential summer place to live here from which to launch our winter destinations south. You see, we have both retired, and we do not want to spend any more winters up here."

"Where are you thinking of looking in the south for the winters?" Denville asked.

"Anywhere we can be naked!" Lynda answered, quite unabashedly.

"We're naturists," I explained to Denville, "and we just want to find somewhere in the tropics that we can have the freedom to be textile-free - at least most of the time."

Denville broke out in laughter.

Lynda and I looked at each other for a moment, not quite knowing how to react, until he explained.

"Well I'll be horn swaggled... what would my chances be of meeting fellow nudists at a geological conference in Brantford! And to actually be rescued by them at a time of great need!"

Denville literally jumped from his chair and hugged Lynda, then turned and gave me a big bear hug. It was like he had found long lost family. And in some way, it felt the same for us. Naturists and nudists are few and far between, and when we do meet, it is always something special. 

"Oh, Thank GOD... I can be NAKED after all!" shouted Lynda, ripping away her clothes.

"She just couldn't wait to get that bra off," I laughed, as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"If you'll excuse me, I am just going to freshen up - I've been sitting on a plane and in airports for ten hours."

Denville headed for his room and emerged in minutes, refreshed and quite naked. And what a wonderful specimen of a man he was! Lynda and I were both in awe of him. Unlike me, he was not circumsized; and like men of color are rumored to be, he was indeed very well endowed. 

We chatted over a couple more beers about the nudist resorts we had been to; it turned out we had both preferred the smaller more intimate resorts, and had both done the "Desire" resorts when we were younger.

"Where do you intend on going this year, Denville?" Lynda asked him.

Denville looked down and somewhat introspect now, and paused a moment before answering.

"I am just recently a widower, so my plans are pretty much on hold."

Both Lynda and I chimed in at once... "I'm so sorry... What happened?" 

"Alise worked for the foreign service. She was killed while on assignment in Africa some six months ago."

Our jaws dropped at the sudden turn of melancholy in the room. But Denville would have none of it.

"Alise did not live in fear, she knew the work she was doing was dangerous, and critical. She told me time and time again that if this ever happened, to never dwell on the past and always live in the present, as we had done while together. I am ever so grateful for my time with her while on this planet of trouble and tribulation, and strive to follow her example to make it a better place for all of us, as long as I am here."

"Here here!" I said, raising my glass again.

"Well let's drink to Alise, then," said Lynda, and we all toasted her.

"She never could tell me what she did, only that at times she entered areas that were in fact quite dangerous. But her homeland was Africa, and she spoke several languages. It's just that women are not very well respected - or protected - in most of that continent, and many end up far worse off than did she. It was for them whom she was fighting for, and for whom she ultimately gave her life, in the end.

"I am told that there have been many like her; but due to their positions, and the nature of their work, none of them can ever be celebrated for the contributions they make. They are among the heroes that live and die in anonymity, unknown to the masses." 

"Well having met you, we will remember her in our hearts too. Do you have a picture?"

Denville went back to his room and retrieved a picture, and brought it out to show us. Alise was indeed a beautiful woman. We all stared for several moments; Denville proudly smiling, the hint of dampness appearing in his eyes.

"She would have loved to have met the two of you!" Denville said, in a way that suggested something more than in just a casual way. 

"How long ago was it that you were at Desire?" I asked.

"Oh, that was several years ago. It was for my fiftieth birthday. And what a week!" Denville replied, laughing out loud.

"I'll bet!" interjected Lynda.

I could tell that she was as attracted to Denville as I was, and the chemistry between us all was electric.

"Alise's energy was incredible. I think it was her that attracted all of the attention - from the girls even - but we really only hooked up with two other couples, one of whom we remained 'friends with benefits' with for some time afterwards. None of us were immersed in that sort of lifestyle, but we just really connected; and in all that sexually-charged atmosphere, it just fueled our passions to broaden our experience. We really had fun! How about you two?"

"It was virtually the same for us," replied Lynda, continuing, "We did not go down there with any expectations, we just thought if we meet the right people, we would just go with the flow. We need to make that 'connection' before we can jump to the next step. 

"With us, well, we're different from the average couple that goes down there. While most girls we met there there seemed to have no problem with girl-girl contact, I do. I am as straight as they come. I just can't get it on with another girl. There is simply no attraction there. But a tall grey-haired gentleman? Hold me back!"

While I pretended to hold her back in jest, Lynda stopped, leaving it up to me to explain the other part of the equation if I chose to. And, I did.

"You see, I am the one who is 'out there on the curve', the Kinsey curve, that is. Not Lynda."

Denville raised his eyebrow and commented right away.

"It is my feeling that most men - not all, but most, especially as they get to our age - experience those feelings. I know I have, and do now," he replied, looking me right in the eye, and casually sipping on his beer before continuing.

"I'm probably right out there on the curve with you, my friend. It is only the few who have the sexual security to even admit to that curiosity."

Denville smiled at me, then uncrossed and re-crossed his legs the other way, and as he did, revealed a growing erection. I did the same, almost in unison, and took a very large gulp from my beer.

Lynda slinked back in the sofa and looked back and forth at each of us - it was easy to tell what was going through her head. It was the same thing that was going through mine. Denville's cock!

Denville broke the silence and told us the story of their experience.

"As my wife and I became very close to that one couple, we of course became intimate. Alise was fully bisexual, as was Denise. The girls made up this game where 'anything goes', and that is where we just checked in our inhibitions and had fun. We took turns laying blindfolded on the massage table, and the other three would take turns providing certain exquisite oral pleasures and see if the person could guess who was doing the deed. It was great fun, and we all had a blast doing it. After that, neither Leo or I had any misgivings about giving each other any sort of pleasure. The girls loved watching us, too."

"Who was best at that guessing game?" Lynda wanted to know.

"The girls, hands down."

We all had a good laugh, then realized it was getting near the dinner hour.

"Say, I did promise you a dinner. Have you checked out restaurants around here?" Denville wanted to know.

"Yes - there's a great Italian place right around the corner. A little Mom-and-Pop operation that is ranked way up there with the locals, and we can walk there in less than ten minutes," I answered.

"I suppose that means I have to put clothes back on..." lamented my lovely Lynda.

"Yes, but by all means, ditch the bra. Wear something slutty. You're impressing two men tonight," I boldly suggested.

Lynda then smacked my ass for being so cheeky and turned for the bedroom; I winked at Denville, and he winked back.

I had just closed the door behind us and Lynda grabbed me and gave me the hottest open-mouth kiss she has ever given me. I returned it in kind.

"God, he's gorgeous," she whispered to me.

"Yes, he is. Imagine our mouths surrounding that delicious cock of his, and our tongues dancing up and down from the head down to his balls..."

"MMmmmm... fuck... and you could lick his balls while I take him in my throat..."

Lynda was actually drooling down her chin, and I was licking it off as it rolled down her neck. 

She was so wet, and I was leaking pre-cum so profusely, that I just slipped inside her with ease while we stood at the end of the bed.

"AAhhh"... she let out a whimper as I plunged my dick into her, then we both realized that our friend in the next room probably had heard that.

"We had best save ourselves for after... just in case..." I suggested, and reluctantly slid my rock-hard dick back out of her - but so very slowly as though to savor every inch of the trip.

Once out, Lynda sat down on the edge of the bed and licked me off good, so that I would be able to at least get dressed. I returned the favor - she was SO wet - and it was all she could do to muffle herself from making any sounds.

Lynda did indeed slip into something very sexy, my favorite red dress that she'd owned for the over ten years we'd been together; the plunging neckline showing off her large breasts and the short length showing off her long shapely legs. Elegant, yet at the same time it showed off her beautiful figure and shouted "FUCK ME" more than anything else she owned. Sometimes a woman can look even more alluring in clothes than out of them, and this was one dress that really did it for me. 

Even at fifty-something, my girl was drop dead gorgeous, and I swear on a stack of bibles as high as the moon, I would - even as a twenty one year old - have jumped without hesitation at the opportunity to sample her charms. 

And, judging by Denville's reaction when she emerged, the dress did it for him too.

"My GOD, you look ravishing, if I may say so," he exclaimed, all wide-eyed. 

"You are quite a hunk yourself, Mr. Jones!" smiled Lynda.

"Indeed you are," I added, "BOTH of you."

"C'mon boys, take me out and wine and dine me. My inhibitions are already melting away. I will probably leave a trail of them on the way to the restaurant..." 

With that, Lynda extended both of her arms, and we all exited the room and made our way to the restaurant. 

I realized as we were leaving that I still had the smell of Lynda's sex all over my face, but it only added to the magic. She also had my scent all over her.

Dinner and conversation was fabulous. We talked about the places in the world we had seen, about our pasts, and once we were finishing our after-dinner drinks, what we might amuse ourselves with when we got back to the hotel.

"You know," quipped Lynda, "I would really like to know more about that interesting little game you told us about."

"Well," Denville said, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms; "I could tell you, or even better, SHOW you how the game is played. But first, I should know if that is a line that you would like to cross with me."

I was smiling ear to ear, and my eyes were lit up like Saturday night - and Lynda's must have been too - because once again, our friend broke out in his usual contagious laughter.

I reached across, under the table, to put my hand on his thigh, and low and behold, there was Lynda's. She'd beaten me to the punch.

"I'll take that as a resounding YES then!" he answered, spreading his legs even further, and revealing a rather healthy protrusion being happily fondled by my partner-in-passion.

Thank goodness for long table-cloths; we had not seen the waiter approach with the bill.

"Will there be anything else this evening then?" he asked politely.

What a loaded question, I thought quietly to myself.

"No sir. Here, this should take care of it."

Denville handed him cash, and we thanked him for a very entertaining evening - and one that had just begun.


Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 01



"Just to get the fine-print stuff over with, you should know that once Leo was reassigned to Austria - he was also with the foreign service - and they both moved away, we were tested for STD's and came up negative. We never played after that. I don't know how you feel about using condoms, but not anticipating anything, I neglected to bring any along. In fact, I haven't owned any for years."

"We haven't played in years either," I answered, "and have been faithful to each other, so we do not pose any risk."

Lynda chimed in, "We do have non-allergenic condoms we use for bum-play, but other than that, I want the real thing, baby!"

"Sounds like we're good and all on the same page then! By the way, my friends call me Denny."

"Shall we, Denny?" I asked, getting up from the table. I could not wait until we got back to our room.

Denville had to 'adjust' himself before moving - understandably so - but in a moment we were off and almost running back to our room, laughing like kids on our way to the circus.

Once in the privacy of the elevator, I nudged Lynda toward Denny and we sandwiched her between us. My hands went straight for her crotch and his for her breasts, while we buried our faces in her neck and kissed and nibbled on opposite sides of her head. Our hard cocks pressed against her, front and back, eliciting gravelly moans of delight from the object of our desires.

"MMMmmm... you guys have me so fucking HOT..."

I loved to hear her talk dirty, almost as much as she loved to hear me do the same to her.

Suddenly the door opened - good thing no one was there - and we swiftly made our way down the hall to the end and fumbled with our keys to unlock the door.

Once inside, Denny excused himself to go get UNdressed and freshen up. We did the same, all of us having a good rinse in the shower, with Lynda then changing into her slinkiest, sluttiest "fuck me" teddy. 

I came out and poured another glass of wine for my girl, then opened the fridge for a beer just as Denny appeared.

"Join me Denny?"

"You bet I will," he answered, putting his arm around me as he stood behind me and to my left. I glanced down as I was opening the bottles and he was a sight to behold. I wondered how much bigger and fuller his cock would swell, given the right TLC.

I handed him his beer and he took it with his free hand, never taking the other arm from around my shoulder. He was clearly very comfortable being close to a man, as well as a woman. This made my cock rise to the occasion, and I couldn't help drink in the sight of him - starting by looking straight ahead at his toned neck, glancing down over his chest, and then settling on that beautiful black dick.

"You are one beautiful man, Denny..." I said, moving my eyes back up and toward his -towering above me, and putting my arm around his lower back. I wanted to touch his cock so bad... to bend down and take him in my mouth... to taste him.

"Not so bad yourself, Mark..." he answered, softly stroking my neck and back and looking down at me just like I was looking at him. Working out regularly helped me to keep the extra pounds off, and to keep my muscles toned.

While a modest six inches in length, my girth is wider than most - white dudes, anyway. Denny, on the other hand, had to be at least eight or nine inches in length, and probably even a bit thicker than me. A giant of a man in all respects. 

Just then Lynda appeared, and seeing that we were getting acquainted, sauntered up and joined the party. That really brought our cocks to life. She was a sight to behold, and literally took our breath away as she approached us. Long dark hair graciously flowing over soft shoulders, unparalleled beauty in her smiling face, large shapely all-natural breasts, an hourglass figure and million-dollar legs. Tall, majestic, and quietly confident.

She could have had any man, and yet she chose me.

Well, tonight would be extra special; she would have two men to please her.

We all embraced together, and Lynda offered an open-mouth kiss to him, as though to welcome him into the triad. I ran my hand down his lower back and over his muscular right buttock, while gently licking and sucking his right nipple - something he apparently quite enjoyed.

I kept sucking as Lynda worked her way down, eventually to her knees, to marvel at the great black beauty that laid out before her.

I could not resist watching as she gathered him up in her hands, balls and all, and looked up at both of us while she licked and sucked the pre-cum that had collected at the head. After tonguing it out of his pee-slit and rubbing it all over her lips she stood back up and kissed him again, sharing the taste with him. 

So Fucking Sexy, my lady is.

Denny responded as I always do - grunting happily and licking it from her mouth before allowing her to go back down on him again. 

I knelt for a closer look, and took his massive balls in my hand to massage and gently tug at them as she continued to work his meat deeper into her throat. 

Lynda kept eye contact with him, watching for his reaction as she plied her artful ways with great enthusiasm; then finally glanced my way. I was inches from her cheek; and she knew what I wanted. But she was going to tease me first.

She pulled off him, and then plunged her tongue into my mouth, offering me a taste of him from her lips. It was heaven - I loved the taste of cock on her breath, and in her spit - it was normally mine that I tasted though, and the fact that it wasn't made me even more excited. 

Then back to him she went; back and forth, his cock, then my mouth. 

I ran my face up and down the side of her neck and cheek and planted small kisses on her perfectly tanned skin as she made love to him with her mouth; and whispered in her ear things like, "I'll bet that cock tastes wonderful," and "Don't you just love to suck a big black dick, baby?"

When I thought I couldn't take it any more - watching her hog all of that gorgeous meat to herself - she finally slid over to the side of him and glared at me, as if to dare me to join her. I looked up for some sign of approval, and it came rather promptly. 

Denny's giant right hand grasped the back of my head, as his left hand did Lynda's, and gently guided it closer to that massive black beauty. My lips finally made contact, and stretched to connect with Lynda's on the top and bottom of his shaft. He then started moving his cock in a slow thrusting motion, so that our lips encircled his shaft and ran up and down the considerable length of him.

After a few strokes, he stopped when we were both right at the head, and we took turns sucking him there - and french kissing with that big tasty cock-head right in the middle - while I continued to massage those massive black balls of his.

Lynda produced an incredible amount of spit when she sucked cock. She knew how much it turned me on, and logically, how much it must do the same to other men. It was obviously having a similar effect on Denny. 

"You guys are just amazing!" he said, as he watched us work on him.

What I could not suck up and swallow right away started running down onto her breasts, and down his ball sac, making him very slippery there. I broke off now and then just to lick them both off - the heavenly mix of her saliva and his pre-cum - from her pendulous breasts and his balls and legs. The rest I just massaged into his perineum, and around back into his pulsating anal opening.

I found the smell of him almost mesmerizing. It had been a very long time since I had pleasured - and taken in the scent and taste of - a man this way, in tandem with my lovely Lynda.

Denny beckoned Lynda to come and kiss him again, so I got a few moments "alone" with that monstrous member of his. As my lovely wife allowed this beautiful man to probe her cock-flavored mouth with his tongue, I engulfed his manhood in my mouth and began working it deeper and deeper down my throat.

In all those private masturbation sessions I'd had, when Lynda was away or otherwise occupied, when I had used life-like dildos to probe myself and massage my prostate, I had also practiced my deep-throating skills; thinking one day, maybe - just maybe - I might be lucky enough to actually use them.

I had got to the point where I could ALMOST take my big one down six inches - in other words - take someone my size ALL the way down.

So I worked on Denny, like a boa would work on a weekly meal; bit by bit, inch by inch, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat.

Finally, I had taken all but what I held in the scrunched fingers of my fist holding his shaft at the base - and I am telling you, that was a LOT of cock.

Suddenly both Denny and Lynda looked down and saw how good I was doing. By that time, my eyes were watering, and my witnesses appeared as a blur to me, way up there in the dim light of the hotel suite.

My Lynda knelt back down and just remained at my side to watch and encourage me.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's right. Swallow him - take him all the way down! You're doing so good baby!"

I was almost out of breath, but in my last gasp, took my fist off the base of his cock and pushed it as far back in my throat as I could muster, while attempting to just swallow, as though it was a great big piece of porterhouse steak.

I got him down maybe another inch - almost all the way, but not quite, before pulling back and gasping to refill my lungs with oxygen, much to their relief.

I thought they were going to start clapping, Lynda and Denny. They both chimed in at once with their "atta-boys" while I admired the long spit-trail I'd left between the end of his cock and my mouth. Now I realized how Lynda generated all that saliva - it happens when you take something that big, that deep. I slurped it up and went right back to work before he pulled it away.

But Denny did have something different in mind. And it was something that I would find almost as enjoyable as sucking his cock. Besides, Lynda was hot and wet, and needed some attention - pronto. And here we were - supposedly gentlemen - all but neglecting her.

"I think it's time to take care of the lady, don't you?" Denny suggested.

I smiled, knowing in my heart what the prescription was going to be.

"Yes Denny. This elegant woman definitely needs what you got - badly. Some BIG BLACK COCK."

Denny took both of those massive hands and placed then beneath Lynda's buttocks, picking her right up; then gently lowered her down right over that massive cock-head as I spread her outer lips. She was so hot and damp - so ready - that I knew she would slip very easily onto him. Especially as wet with my saliva as he was.

He carried her over to the large sofa and sat down, and allowed Lynda to gradually take him inside her - so that she could control the depth of his penetration. 

I spent a couple of minutes licking both of them before being called off by Lynda.

"Baby, I need a cock in my mouth..." she asked, before Denny grabbed her and started french kissing her again.

I heard him mumble "MMMmmmm" as I maneuvered my way up beside them, standing on the sofa seat-cushion astride them, so my hard dick was eye level with them. With my one hand I stroked the back of Lynda's head, and with the other, I stroked myself. I was wet and dripping with pre-cum, and wondered if Denny might also partake.

Lynda broke off Denny's lips and took me into her warm mouth, staying as close to Denny's face as she could. He immediately started licking up the side of my balls, just where the ball-sac meets the inside of my thigh. It felt wonderful. I placed my other hand on his head, and they then began to take turns sucking my cock. 

Denny was indeed just as comfortable with a cock in his mouth as I was. He had obviously had some experience based on how good of a job he was doing, using his tongue and lips to caress all around the very sensitive head and frenulum, and probing my pee-slit as I had done with him. 

As Lynda became entranced containing so much black cock inside her, Denny pretty much took over the sole cocksucking duties and started taking me deeper into his throat. I could tell that he was inviting me to fuck his mouth, so that is what I did - holding his head and controlling the rhythm while he just sucked in time with my thrusts. I lost myself in ecstasy as he took me to within an inch of climaxing. I had to pull myself from his throat and take a brief break, otherwise I surely would have blown my load into his cum-hungry mouth right there and then!

I did not want to say it in front of my wife, but I was beginning to think that he was the most skilled cocksucker I had ever felt grace my groin.

Instinctively, I plunged my tongue into his mouth, not even thinking for a moment that this was a guy, and that most guys don't go for that. Thankfully, he did not seem the least perturbed. In fact, he returned it, and held my head and plunged his tongue back into my mouth; surprising me with how big he was there too.

I hadn't even realized it, but Lynda had flipped around reverse-cowgirl and was playing with herself and flailing wildly up and down, giving him the fuck of his life. What a great opportunity to go down on her while that big cock was sliding in and out, I thought...

I knelt down between his massive legs and Lynda leaned back and spread her legs a bit further, knowing what I intended to do. She let Denny do the thrusting now, and just became a receptacle for our combined loving attention. 

If you have never tasted your woman as she is getting fucked like this, you are missing out on one of life's finer pleasures. She was SO dripping wet, and her juices were flowing freely and soaking him, running down those swollen balls, just begging to be licked off. 

I set to work and dove into my tempting smorgasbord, licking them both clean before concentrating on her pleasure center, that magical clit just above where Denny's piston-like dick was pumping in and out of her.

I licked and sucked as she held my head right there, and she orgasmed twice: the first one was long and hard; and the second one was sort of like an aftershock, shorter in duration, but one that made her whole body quake before she finally collapsed in a heap on Denny's lap.

It was so good to see Lynda enjoy herself so much. She'd always wanted to make love to a colored gentleman, and Denny was the most likable gentleman we'd met in years, never mind the color of his skin. In the moment we three became lovers, that became more or less invisible to us anyway. It was his personality - not his genetic background or gender - that shone through and attracted both of us like magnets to him. 

"Perhaps we should relocate to our bedroom?" I suggested to my parters in lust. 

Before Lynda could even answer, Denny rose up, with my lovely wife still impaled on his cock, and carried her like that into our room. I followed with our drinks, and laid beside them on the large king-sized bed as she spun around forward cowgirl to give Denny a thank-you french kiss.

I ran my hand down the crack of her ass suggestively, wondering if she might be up for a little DP. The juices from her orgasm had literally soaked them both, so there was plenty there to lubricate her with. I had an idea and slipped on one of our play gloves, the ones we use for ass play; and dipped it in Lynda's lube from our toy box - the only one she's found that she does not react unfavorably to.

Unbeknownst to Denville, but soon to BE known, was that Lynda LOVED it when I talked dirty to her. Especially when I had designs on her ass. Many times, when we had played on our own in the past, I would speak of a large black cock taking her while I had my way with her ass. Now, here she was with a beautiful big black cock buried in her pussy FOR REAL. What fun I was going to have NOW...

"You know you want two cocks, don't you baby," I asked, as I twisted and corkscrewed one gloved finger up her butt, inch by inch.

"Oh fuck, baby, I don't know... he's S O B I G in there..."

"That's a big cock in your cunt, isn't it baby."

"Oh fuck... big cock in my cunt..."

"Big BLACK cock in your hungry cunt. You're such a horny bitch, aren't you, dear."

I smacked her on the ass, right on the words "horny" and "bitch", then knelt upside her and offered my hard cock to her pouting lips.

"How about sucking the cock that's going up your ass, baby? Tell me you want two cocks. Tell me what a horny bitch you are."

I pulled her head up by her hair, as Denny looked on intently, and looked down into her eyes, before plunging her mouth down onto my cock and shoving it down her throat.

"That's right, suck this cock now because it's going up your ass next. Get me good and wet."

I wasn't letting up with my left hand, still fingering her ass with that glove on, spreading her wide, and feeling Denny's dick thrusting in and out through that thin membrane between her cunt and asshole. 

I could tell she was protesting a bit, but not enough that I should be overly concerned.

"Oh fuck... he's so big... YOU'RE so big..."

"Just suck that dick baby. Everything's gonna be fine."

I could see Denny flash a wicked grin up at me as I continued to guide Lynda's head onto me, and returned his gesture in kind.

"Denny wants to pump his load deep into your hot pussy baby, while I'm fucking your ass. What do you think of him pumping all of his cum into you?"

"Oh FUCK... I want you both to fuck the shit out of me... I want both of you to fill me with your hot cum - and then lick it out of me... that's what I want!"

"Oh, you dirty fucking horny BITCH!"

I jammed my cock back into her mouth again, happy that I got the answer I wanted. I could see Denny's eyes roll back into his head, and I knew that he would not last much longer. I had to get this bitch on my hot rod, and fast.

I pulled out my gloved fingers and slipped on a ribbed condom - the kind Lynda loves me to fuck her ass with - and laid back on the bed, winking to Denny. He knew just what to do.

"Your white dick awaits!" he suggested to Lynda.

My lovely wife climbed off her black stallion and briefly licked him clean, before sitting down on me, reverse cowgirl, impaling herself on my sheathed prick, moaning all the way as she worked it bit by bit into her throbbing ass.

It did not take long, perhaps twenty seconds, as I had prepared her well; and once I was buried, she started a-wailing until she had fully adjusted to my girth.

As she did this, Denny - with my encouragement - attempted to muffle her by shoving his cock unceremoniously into her mouth.

"Shut that horny bitch up before she wakes the neighborhood!" I exclaimed, as Denny effectively plugged her face with his cunt-soaked schlong. 

"THAT'S better," I said, holding her head by the hair for him to fuck.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked her.

"MMmm hmm!" Lynda answered in the affirmative, her mouth never less than at least half full of Denny's dick.

I smacked her in the ass repeatedly to reward her for her performance and praised her out loud. She responded by starting to bounce up and down on my cock. This was the signal I was waiting for: she was good and ready to be DP'd. 

"You horny bitch; you want TWO cocks, don't you! Say it!"

"YES! I want TWO COCKS!"

"You want my cock in your ass, and Denny's big black cock in your cunt, don't you!"

I smacked her even harder on the ass now, eliciting a cry and whimper from my gorgeous wife.

"I want you boys to cream my fucking holes - but GOOD!" she replied wickedly.

I pulled her down on me and spread her legs for Denny, and he teased her at first by rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her snatch. I could feel his balls rub against mine, as she begged him to put it inside her.

"Oh FUCK... stop teasing me... FUCK ME! FUCK ME with that black dick! Split me wide open with your cocks!"




Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 01



Lynda was delirious with pleasure and totally overcome with the realization that she was about to experience two fantasies in one - two cocks at once, and one of them being black. 

"Show Denny what a hot slut you are, baby. Beg for his seed." 

Denville quite possibly had never encountered such a scene; a white slut-wife impaled on her husband, his cock buried deep in her bowels, and being begged to pump his seed into her gaping cunt.

I watched Lynda's eyes almost pop out of her head as I felt his cock wiggle and slide its way into her. Denny was extremely hard - I swear I could feel the veins in his cock right through Lynda as he slid in and out of her ever so carefully.

All Lynda could do was moan and drool as all that cock was inching its way deep into her womb. Finally I felt his balls against mine - he'd bottomed out.

"Congratulations baby! You are stuffed as full as cock as you'll ever get!" I said, then shoved my tongue into her mouth.

Remarkably, she kissed me back, then smiled, even if still a bit deliriously.

"Are you ready to get fucked, Ms. Collins?"

"I... think... so..."

Denny started slow, but then again, anything that big just can't move that fast. I think I had lost just a bit of my fullness, but regained it quickly once I felt him moving inside her and against me. 

"OH FUCK... O H F U C K..." cried out Lynda in voices and tones I never knew she had; as Denny started making love to her from above, and I almost in unison from below.

We were all completely immersed in each of our experiences: it was as though we were all making love to each other at the same time. An experience beyond any of our expectations. 

Most of all though, it was Lynda who vocalized what she was experiencing, in "ooooohhhs" and "aaaaahhs" and guttural groans and growls the likes and variety of which I'd never heard emanate from her before.

I had reached around and grasped Lynda's ample breasts, and squeezed her nipples just the way she liked; while Denny and I took turns french kissing her. At one point, both our tongues were in her mouth probing at the same time, as she surrendered herself completely to us.

The mutual ecstasy we were feeling did not last nearly long enough, however. Or at least, it was such bliss, that it seemed to be over much too quickly.

As Denny neared orgasm, he became more vocal, more forceful; Lynda and I both felt him approaching the point of no return. I could feel her tighten her grip, instinctively, and our black stallion thrust even harder into her; and I watched his eyes grow wider at the moment before they both went over the edge together.

I just held on to my baby and kissed the back of her neck, as Denville emptied his seed deep into her while her whole body shuddered between us, absorbing his load from probably the largest cock that had ever penetrated her womb. His thrusts reverberated through her and down onto me, and I could feel Lynda's muscles spasm involuntarily on my cock as she quaked from her own orgasm; pinned between her two men and bred mercilessly in both holes.

Denny punctuated it nicely by burying his larger-than-life tongue deep into Lynda's mouth, and as she attempted to contain that, her saliva overflowed and dripped down the side of her cheeks and neck to where I gleefully licked it off. 

I felt honored to hold them both above me, as they continued probing each others' mouths in an extended deep-french kiss, in their moment of post-orgasmic bliss. 

We just laid there for a few minutes, until our heavy breathing had subsided; and Denville lifted himself up but as yet not uncoupled from Lynda. He smiled down at both of us, and told us that that was one of the most intense experiences he'd ever had in his life.

We replied in kind.

"That's the first time Lynda's ever had two at once," I replied, "and wow, you were definitely the right person."

Lynda echoed my comments and then some.

"Oh Denny. That was overwhelming. Feeling you release into me, with Mark fucking my asshole, just pushed me over the edge. Other than Mark, I have never been able to cum WITH someone like that. You are an amazing man, Mr. Jones."

Meanwhile, I had wriggled out of Lynda's ass and slipped off the condom. I had not cum yet, and I wanted to get a taste of both of my partners before they had any other ideas. Lynda must have read my mind.

"May I have the pleasure of cleaning off your cock, Mr. Jones?"

"Why, sure Madam..."

Denny went to get up to get a washcloth, but both of us climbed onto his legs preventing his escape.

"No no, this way, Denny," said Lynda, leaning down to suck him dry.

I joined her, and together we lapped all of his cream and her sweet cum off of him and had him squeaky clean in no time. 

"One more treat left," said Lynda, opening her legs for me.

She was just dripping, and I slurped up her delicious cream pie as she pushed more and more from deep within her.

Denny started stroking me as I was finishing cleaning up my lovely wife Lynda, then joined me, asking if there was anything left. I backed off, letting him lick the last of her out as a gesture of good will.

"Boys, boys, BOYS!" cried our lady of the night as she finally pulled Denny's head away from her pulsating snatch. "I am TOTALLY spent - I fear I am at the end of my line for this evening. You have taken care of me like I have never been before. But I am now at the point where I must have a break!"

Poor Lynda was perhaps a bit overstimulated, and Denny and I WOULD have kept licking her had she not waved us off.

Denny and I looked at each other, then down at my still demanding erection, as though it were the 'elephant in the room'.

"May I, Mark?" Denny asked politely. I knew exactly what he had in mind.

"I would be most delighted, kind sir."

I laid back against the head of the bed, beside Lynda, and watched as Denny went to work, bathing my cock with his talented mouth. All the way down to my balls and puckered asshole he went, and licked and sucked his way back up the underside with Lynda watching intently.

She had never taken a back seat, as it were; always participating in some way when another man did this to me. But this time, she just watched, perhaps knowing that there was something special about him. Something she should know.

His middle finger started making little ring-like circles around my sphincter, then probing me, maybe an inch or so, in and out in time with my invasions into and out of his mouth. Gradually, he let me take over control of the rhythm... and I reached down and held his head as I had done earlier.

Lynda moved in a bit closer, and propped her head up up on one elbow. But still, she made no effort to intervene - just to get a better perspective from which to watch this magic man do his thing.

Denny's middle finger found pay dirt, and he started gyrating the pad of it in a most enjoyable way over my prostate. Not too hard, as to prompt that familiar urge to urinate, but just enough to resonate with the orgasmic feelings that were swirling all around down there; building and building like a wave nearing shore and getting ready to break.

My mouth involuntarily opened, I had realized, as I was moaning and drooling down my chin; so lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Denny's sucking became more pronounced, more intense; signaling he wanted what I had inside me, inside of him.

I was almost there, and had to ask, just to be sure.

"Denny, can I cum in your mouth?"

He hummed an enthusiastic "Mmm hmm!" indicating that he positively DID want that, and - as if to punctuate his affirmative response - started moaning and sucking me even harder.

I released any remaining inhibitions I might have harbored (as if I had any in the first place) and began fucking his mouth as though I owned him now, thrusting in and out at whatever pace I chose; and he was giving me the best suction anyone has ever given me in a blowjob. If I could have made it last forever, I would still be there now, pumping into and out of his throat; and these passages would yet to have been written.

But, you are reading them, so it stands to reason that all good things indeed did "cum to an end".

My head flew back, and I fell over the edge of that great orgasmic plateau, giving in to our mutual hunger for this most intimate exchange. We both moaned in unison as I exploded into him with that first jet of hot man-cream he had worked so diligently for. 

In the ultimate act of submission that one man can give another, he took my full load into his mouth and swallowed all but a small drop, that appeared at his lower lip and rolled down his chin. I swear I must have spasmed seven times, with him massaging my prostate like that, coaxing even more cum from within me than I could have otherwise ejaculated. It was utterly amazing.

When my spasms had subsided, he just slowly sucked my shaft deep into his throat, maintaining eye contact with me and taking great care not to overstimulate me. We men are SO sensitive at this time, right after we ejaculate. But the way he did it, it felt so amazing, that my erection took several minutes to subside, and I got past that oversensitivity to the point that it started to feel pleasurable again.

When he finally released my penis from his mouth, he joined Lynda in a kiss; and she made fast work of that little dribble on his chin.

I laid back totally spent and watched them through glazed eyes as they continued to kiss and frolic about my groin area, licking me clean.

"Oh my... you are VERY good mister Jones..." I said, beginning to come back to Earth.

"And you, sir, were indescribably delicious."

"As was the creampie you prepared for me earlier!" I replied, to which we all shared a laugh.

"Well, maybe you could make me one tomorrow?" Denny boldly suggested.

"I'm all over it."

"May I ask you a personal question, Denny?" Lynda interjected.

"Of course."

Lynda moved onto him in an aggressive pose and flashed one of those naughty grins that usually precede something diabolical.

"Are you OK with being anally penetrated?"

Denny laughed out loud and once again, made us all laugh with him. His jovial nature was infectious and you couldn't help but being uplifted in his presence.

"By either of you? Of course I am! Elise and I had played many times like that, with a fake dick; and I lost my virginity that way to Leo - as did he to me. So I've had enough experience to at least 'know the ropes', as they say. What did you have in mind?"

Lynda glanced at both of us, then used her most sultry voice to reply.

"I have never watched two men... FUCK... before. Just sit back, and be a spectator to that. I would dearly love to watch the two of you do that for me."

Denny and I looked at each other, then I broke the silence.

"I would love to try it with you Denny, top or bottom. Hell, both!"

"Well, why don't we give the lady a show she won't forget tomorrow then?"

"A show needs a director!" Lynda jumped in.

"This IS getting interesting!" Denny responded. Both of our cocks were rising back to life as we started wondering what curve balls Lynda might throw our way. 

We decided we should recess for the rest of the evening as Denny had material to present at his conference the next morning.

"I will be out of here by seven o'clock, but should be back around two or three. These things usually wind down by mid-afternoon, so I should be back by then."

"We'll be waiting!" answered Lynda.

"Indeed we will!" I said. "Indeed, we will."

To be continued in Chapter Two



Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 02



(Continued from Chapter One) 

Lynda and I collapsed and slept like logs that night, totally spent from our serendipitous first encounter with our new ‘friend with benefits’  or - dare we say - lover, Denville Jones.  Who, incidentally, was showered and gone before we had even stirred.

We had a leisurely breakfast then got off on our way to explore the city - the markets, the real estate, and stopped for lunch at a lovely cafe in the downtown core. We had originally planned to do more exploring, of course, but there was something even better waiting for us, beckoning us, back to our hotel suite; like an invisible magnet that attracted both of us with equal and irresistible force.

We pulled back into the hotel parking lot at a few minutes past three o’clock - we figured Denny would be waiting for us. Sure enough, he was; laying back in a reclining position in the large oval tub of his adjoining bathroom with the door ajar enough to see us come in.

He greeted us and said he would be finished in a few minutes, and that we were welcome to join him if we wanted. We entered, and he looked about as relaxed as a man could be, leaning back and nursing a beer amidst all of the water and what few suds remained. Only his head, the tips of his knees, and the end of his cock protruded above the water’s surface, illuminated by the two overhead pot lights. 

“How was your conference?” I asked, as I started removing my shirt.

“Great. Hard part’s over for me. I’m just a spectator from here on in. Now I can relax!”

We chatted for several minutes about our days, how Denny’s presentation had gone, and how our explorations of the city had panned out. 

Lynda then suggested that we too go and freshen up. 

Denny interjected, suggesting that I be “well prepared” for anything.

Lynda said, “Don’t you worry, he WILL be. Come along with me, Mark. Denny, I will be back in two minutes to go over the ‘plot’ with you.”

Denny and I winked at each other, knowing we were both in for one hell of an afternoon.

Lynda led me out of Denny’s room, and into ours, and suggested that I start running a bath and prepare for “anything and everything”. 

I was quite capable of reading between the lines.

“I’m going to go next door to go over the plot with our guest star in every dirty detail ...”

I kissed her full on the lips before she left and, grasping her hair perhaps more aggressively than I should have. No worries, she took it in stride. She grabbed me by the balls at the same time and gave them one hell of a squeeze, saying “You are gonna get the fuck of your life, baby . . . when you’re done, just come into Denny’s bedroom and follow my lead. Got it?”

“You bet!” I answered, gleefully.

I had brought along just the right tools to prepare for such exquisite back-door pleasures, anticipating that it would be my lovely Lynda - with that sinfully tickling ‘fun factory share’ dildo - that would be doing the pegging. Perhaps I would be lucky and get both on this day!

I followed my wife’s instructions and emerged about twenty five minutes later, clean and confident, to find my co-star and director on his bed preparing for action. Lynda was on top of Denville, in a sixty-nine, and was working that beautiful black dick - taking it deeper and deeper into her throat, as he was enjoying her delicious fruits from below. 

What a beautiful sight to behold. But all the better if her hair was pulled back, I thought. I slipped back into our bedroom and retrieved Lynda’s hair scrunchy, and put it around my wrist - and, following a hunch - grabbed the insertable dildo as well; then returned to Denny’s room to join the party-in-progress.

I was relieved to see that they had spread towels over the bed, so we needn’t have to worry about making a mess of the sheets. 

I held my hard cock and stroked myself, just watching them for a few moments, moving close to her rear end so that he could watch me too. I took great pleasure in listening to Lynda slurp and gag as she took him as deep as she could. 

Pity there was no cameraman available, I thought, to catch some of the action - and of course to add a third cock to the mix. She was quite the skilled fellatrix, and to me, the absolute queen of the sloppy blowjob. 

I actually asked her, way back when we first got together, more in jest than not, if I could get a video of her doing me, and put her on one of those amateur porn sites - adequately camouflaged of course - but she rightly refused, thinking one of her grandkids or student nurses might stumble on it and recognize a mole, or something. But, I digress ... 

Denny’s nose and breath tickled my balls as I leaned forward to rub my cock up and down over the crack of her ass and watch from a closer vantage point as his massive cock plunged into and plumped out her cheeks, forcing her saliva out the gaps.  It rolled down the exposed length of his shaft and down onto his giant ball sac, where it pooled and glistened in the overhead lights. 

I carefully gathered her hair and twirled the scrunchy around it, to keep it out of her face - and to offer me a better view of her feeding on him. She took a brief break to fix it properly and thanked me, before descending back down on her prey - and what prize prey it was - now unencumbered by her long, flowing, chestnut brown locks. 

She looked so elegant in profile, sucking that beautiful cock, that I think I could have watched her forever. So seldom does one get a view from so close, of one they so adore, totally absorbed in such exquisite pleasure. The memory of that will remain with me - and cherished - for all of my time here. 

I placed the purple dildo - the “strapless” strap-on cock - beside us on the large king-size bed. It was similar to the feeldoe, but we preferred it because it was slightly more lifelike, a bit bigger, and not as rigid. Gotta love German engineering.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been wetter, my friend,” I told Denville, watching his cock glisten as it slid into and out of Lynda’s mouth. I felt his tongue flick at my balls; he was going back and forth between the two of us.

“Nor has your beautiful wife!” he replied, as he continued to use his oral skills on Lynda in ways I never even imagined could be done.

I couldn’t resist, I was hard as a rock, and just had to slip inside her. My knees were on either side of Denny’s head, and I spread her cheeks to let her know what I was about to do.

“Oh fuck, FUCK ... YES, fuck me while he’s licking me. Oh fuck - he’s SO good Mark .. OH!”

Lynda, normally such a prim and proper lady, forgot all those manners and formalities when in the throes of passion, and tended in instances such as this to adopt the vocabulary of a gypsy whore. I usually responded in kind. 

I leaned forward and grabbed her clump of gathered hair, pushing her head onto Denny’s cock - and it deeper into her throat.

“How does it feel to have a cock and mouth working on you at once, baby?” I asked, smacking her on the ass and grinding into her.

A muffled response - albeit at a much higher pitch and volume than I ever conjure out of her alone - was all we heard ... stuffed so full of cock she was.

Denny must have been working some kind of black magic below me, because I could feel Lynda starting to shudder; for her an indication of an impending orgasm. But this one was going to be a BIG one. I came to the sudden realization that the spongy spot the base of my cock was rubbing on was, in fact, her G-spot. 

Had never done a ‘floody’ from this position before, I thought ...

My partner in passion - whether he knew it or not - was about to get drenched.

“Let it out, baby . . let it out!” I urged.

I leaned forward a wee bit more, just enough to put added pressure to that glorious G-spot, and started thrusting back and forth over it to coax the precious fluid to flood forth as I knew it would. 

Boy ... wouldn’t Denny be surprised!

I pulled out just in time to watch her drench his face as she shrieked - and I prepared to do check for a pulse and do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, just in case . . .

“Are you alright, Mr. Jones?” I asked, as my lovely Lynda’s very wet orgasm subsided.

“MMMmmmmm...” was all he said, as he gallantly licked his way out of it, slurping up her squirt as though it were manna from heaven. My cock was dripping, and as Lynda lifted herself up and off him he readily took me into his mouth and sucked her juices from wherever he could reach. Meanwhile, I licked my lovely wife’s ass and looked for anything Denny might have missed - which was, needless to say, slim pickings.

After a momentary recovery, Lynda lifted her head off Denny and began to take charge, as promised the night before.

“Hand me that pillow there,” she demanded. I complied.

She pulled his hips up, prompting him to lift himself up so she could position the pillow beneath his lower back, elevating him and making him more accessible for what she had in mind.

Shinnying up his chest just a bit, she wrapped her arms around behind his knees and pulled them back, exposing his pink asshole. 

“If you’re going to fuck him, you’d better get him good and wet first!”

I gleefully followed my director’s instructions, moving around into position between his legs, and dove in tongue-first; giving him the rimming of his life, as Lynda continued fellating him.

All three of us were in heaven: Lynda and I working in concert orally pleasuring our guest of honor; and Denny moaning his approval.

“That’s right baby, lick his asshole . . fuck him with your tongue!” She said, grabbing me intermittently to french kiss and share the taste of him. Lynda was drooling so heavily, I had to use my fingers to push the excess froth into Denny’s widening hole, preparing him for what I knew lay ahead.

What a great view to watch that river of spit flow down from my lover’s mouth - wrapped around that humongous cockhead - and mix with mine, and Denny’s earthy scent.

“Do you want his ass first?” I asked my lovely wife, as I shifted north to share his cock and taste her mouth, our faces now all sticky wickets and dripping with him and each other.

I held up the purple insertable dildo that she would ultimately use on both of us, for her to examine; prompting a wicked grin from my partner in passion.

“Yes, I’m going to fuck his ass first. And watch as you two sixty-nine!”

I must admit, that was music to my ears. And my cock WAS aching for more attention.

“I’d love to get fucked by BOTH of you!” Denny chimed in.

Lynda knelt astride our jolly giant, grabbed the dildo and started wiggling it into her sopping wet cunt. The large insertable bulb of the thing slid into her with the greatest of ease; she then leaned down and spoke softly into Denny’s ear.

“I’m going to open you up gently, so when Mark fucks you, it will feel divine. Would you prefer doggy style, or missionary position?”

“Missionary, just like this. Please.”

“Hold his legs up for me, Mark. I’ve just got to taste his tight ass before I FUCK IT!”

I moved up beside Denny, but he motioned me on top of him, so that my ass was directly over his face. He clearly had nefarious intentions. He pulled me forward so that I sat directly on his face; then spread my cheeks and quite by surprise began a most pleasurable rimming session on me. 

Well, fuck. I have to admit it was difficult to concentrate on anything while his tongue was digging so deep into me. But, hey, a nice problem to have!

No one had ever gone that far inside me with their tongue, like he was at that moment.  His had to be almost twice as long as mine! Lynda’s voice shocked me back into reality, temporarily . .

“Pull his legs up for me baby - get with the program!”

Obviously, I had been distracted from my duties.

I obliged, and watched her do to him, as he was doing to me. It was surreal! I heard a loud moaning - then realized it was coming from me - before the other two joined in, almost in harmony.

My cock was becoming super engorged and starting to leak onto Denny’s chest, and I did not know how much longer I could take such intense stimulation; I am extremely sensitive back there, and can cum just from that alone.

Lynda was lubing Denny with her saliva and reaming his ass open with her fingers; I am not sure how many she had inside him, massaging his prostate. He pulled his mouth away from my ass (thank goodness - or I might have lost it) and started moaning louder. Obviously, she was really working his ass over good.

“Make my cock wet,” she ordered, as she raised up and forward toward me, to the kneeling position in preparation to enter him. 

I bent down and took the purple dong as far as I could down my throat, then slowly retreated back up the shaft, leaving it coated with all of the saliva I could muster. It was more than enough, as the excess dribbled down in strings onto Denny’s balls below.

I reached down and grabbed a handful of pre-cum which had been skillfully milked from and pooled beneath the head of Denny’s cock and carefully spread that over Lynda’s purple dick; then moved off to the side so that Denny could watch his unlikely conquerer mount him. 

Slowly she slid past his outer sphincter, and he just seemed to swallow the rest of her in one fell swoop. His erection - which Lynda grasped just below the head - came up to nestle between her breasts, as she leaned over him and kissed his chest, whispering how good he felt, and how much she wanted to see my cock disappear into him.

As she hovered over him, she asked to taste me; I once again placed my knees on either side of Denville’s head and offered myself to her. Down her sexy mouth I plunged, cranking up her incredible saliva-making machine again. I felt it roll down the base of my cock to my balls and dribble down in great gobs, and watched with fascination as it went right into Denny’s open mouth below, not unlike a baby bird feeds from its mother.

She finally scooped up a handful and smeared it onto that fake dick, before plunging it back in; and continued her persistent grinding deep into Denny’s most intimate place.

“He’s getting SO wet for you, baby. He wants your cock in his ass, you know,” Lynda growled, looking straight at me as she slowly glided in and out of our prone friend.

“You DO want a real cock in there, don’t you?” she asked him, with a pouty look, then started pumping his shaft with her hand in time with her thrusts.

I am SO proud of you, Lynda, I thought silently to myself. 

“Fuck YEAH . .” Denny answered, most emphatically.

I could tell he was in awe of her. His eyes were locked on hers, and he belonged to her in this moment. Anything she asked of him, he would do. 

“You ready baby?” she asked me, bending down for a final lick to moisten my dick, now throbbing with anticipation.

I looked down at Denny.

“I’m ready if you are, mate!”

He smiled that infectious smile and laughed. 

“Let’s give this sweet lady a show she won’t soon forget ... I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Go ahead - fuck my ass Mark!”

“You can be my bitch first, then I’ll be yours after,” I answered, and without missing a beat, took my lover’s place and made ready to mount him.

First I grabbed his beautiful cock, and sucked all the juice from the head and long vein, milking out the pre-cum to use for lube. Next I lifted his buttocks and spit it into his gaping hole, and pushed it in with my tongue and fingers. His ass tasted divine. 

He was definitely well reamed, spread wide, and ready for some real cock!

Meanwhile, Lynda sat beside Denville, and planted little kisses down the length of his shaft, while holding his balls out of my way and watching my progress up close and personal.  

Slowly I penetrated Denny’s ass - no condom, just me - working myself into his warm, welcoming darkness, inch by inch. 

Lynda was right into it - playing with herself as she watched us - and, being a good director, helping to keep us focussed on the task at hand.

“Oh fuck, he’s in your ASS Denny ... do you like his cock in your ass? Tell me how it feels.”

Denny was starting to breathe a bit faster now, but still managed to answer.

“Feels good ... I LOVE his cock in my ass ...”

Getting the head of my cock - much bigger than Lynda’s purple one was - past his outer sphincter was the first hurdle. I followed Denny’s signals to stop, then penetrate a bit further, until I was finally all the way in. We stopped there for a couple of minutes while he adjusted to something that big in there; then asked me to fuck him nice and slow until he was good and stretched.

As I did, Lynda would intermittently take his cock into her throat as deep as she could, inducing her “drool reflex” and let all that flow down like a river onto our little theatre of operations, keeping things moving smoothly. 

Funny, he opened his mouth each time I started my inward motion, his lips imitating the shape of his ass; I had a momentary and familiar urge to penetrate them with my tongue, but even if I’d wanted to, I could not reach them. He was just too tall, and I was too far down, to reach much past his nipples - which I did pay special attention to as a consolation. 

And, there was Lynda, whenever I started getting a bit dry, to moisten things up and get things nice and slick again. She watched us oh-so closely providing encouragement, talking very dirty to both of us, and every so often planting her mouth on his, then on mine; our tongues twirling together reveling in the taste of sex.

Eventually of course, saliva gets absorbed, and there was Lynda right when we needed her, drizzling the oil over my veiny appendage. That definitely got things moving again, and allowed me to provide varying intensity in my strokes. 

Denny and I maintained eye contact most of the time, much as I watch Lynda when I make love to her; making sure he was getting the most pleasure I could deliver. I could feel his prostate with my upturned dick, just like I could feel Lynda’s G-spot; it was firmer, but “gave way” to the pressure I exerted on it when I thrusted just hard enough, prompting a whimper, or a cry, depending on how hard or the angle at which I thrusted.

“Do you want him to fuck you harder, Denville?” Lynda asked.

I hadn’t really started pounding him yet, but I thought he might be dilated enough now. 

“Mark is much bigger than Leo was; you’d better let me roll over and lube up a bit more first,” Denny suggested.

“Wait, let ME lube you up first,” Lynda exclaimed.

She grabbed the coconut oil, and slithered it onto HIS cock and gave it a couple of strokes, and it drizzled down onto mine; I pulled completely out of him long enough for a large dollop to sneak right up his rabbit hole. Denny then flipped over and got on his hands and knees so I could take him doggy style.

“Oh fuck . . you look SO ready to take a nice big cock up the ass,” said Lynda.

I slowly slithering back inside him until I was all the way; he seemed to accommodate me much easier this time. Must have been the angle, I thought.

“Lynda, hold his arms down,” I commanded. 

She got up by his head and - if only mockingly - held down his much more powerful arms up over his head on the edge of the bed.

“MMmmmm... Now I’ve got you exactly where I want you, don’t I?” I told him; then started fucking him, all the way in, and back out again. Picking up the pace, but gradually.

“That’s right baby - Fuck his ass. You like that, don’t you.” 

“I fucking love it.”

Denny was too. He was writhing around and making all kinds of noise. I knew I was making him feel VERY good, and how much it was turning on my Lynda. And that was making me feel very good too. 

“Fuck him harder baby - HARDER!” Lynda ordered.

I smacked him in the ass, and asked him if that is what he wanted, just to be sure.

“DO IT!” he barked back.




Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 02



I complied with their request, and literally started pounding his ass. 

By now, his whimpers had changed to cries of pleasure. Lynda was getting the show she wanted.

I couldn’t keep that pace up for long, of course, nor could he withstand such intense stimulation, I surmised. So, after a couple of minutes of that, I threw him my change-up, and started to vary my strokes, so that he would not be able to anticipate when the next one was coming; stopping for two or three seconds, then taking two or three quick thrusts, then stopping again. Slow, then fast.

When I pulled almost all the way out of him, Denny rolled and flipped back over to missionary position, which offered me yet another opportunity. I could just barely reach the head of his cock with my lips, and sucked it teasingly with Lynda, before once again barreling back into his ass. Having Lynda there while we fucked, with her going back and forth between us, kissing us and sucking him, and talking dirty, was so erotic. I had to keep slowing down to keep from going over the edge. But I could only go so long before I knew the ultimate surrender was just around the corner.

“Fuck Denny ... I am SO fucking close ...”

“No, No. Don’t cum yet, Mark. I want to fuck you BEFORE we cum, please.”

It was all I could do to stop, and NOT go over the edge. But somehow, I managed.

“Oh FUCK . . .” Denny panted, as I cautiously slipped out of his pulsating orifice. “I think if you’d kept going, I might have exploded too. I felt so close to cumming just from you pounding my ass! Man, that was some good fuck, Mark! I owe you one.”

“No time like the present,” our director interjected. 

A small puddle of white cum had been milked from Denny’s prostate onto his stomach - maybe half a teaspoonful - and Lynda, the first to notice, pounced on it like a puma and licked it up before he disappeared briefly around the corner to freshen up.

I laid back right where Denny had been with my lower back raised up on a pillow, and just knew that I’d be taken care of. Sure enough, my Lynda used a damp facecloth to clean my dick thoroughly, then hiked up my legs and went to work on my ass. 

“You’re wonderfully attentive, my love,” I praised.

“You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, baby.”

Denny came around the corner, his conspicuous appendage - still semi erect - swaying proudly with each step.

“You are a beautiful sight to behold,” Lynda said, smiling at him.

Denny glowed back, and bowed, kissing her hand.

I sensed a strong attraction between them, and felt the same sort of attraction toward Denny myself. You just couldn’t help but to admire such a kind and gentle soul - with such a delicious body to go along with it.

I reached over and cupped his balls with my left hand; I so wanted to get beneath him again and take that cock into my mouth. 

I was so preoccupied with him that I neglected to notice that my Lynda had inserted her dildo back in again, and I felt it rub up and down across my perineum. I looked down, and it appeared as if she actually did have a cock, albeit a slender purple one with a large bulbous head.

“I think we’ll move you down to the edge of the bed, so Denville can plunder your throat while I wail away at your ass,” our director informed us, with an “in no uncertain terms” tone evident in her voice.

With that, I obediently shifted back so that my head tilted over the edge of the bed. This way, when I opened my mouth, it was a nice straight path for that massive black cock right into my throat.

I do not think I would have trusted anyone else to do this - especially hung like that - other than Denny. I have to admit that the prospect of getting “DP’d” by two such loving creatures had me almost vibrating with anticipation.

Lynda started by tonguing my ass, getting me nice and wet. Denny joined in, adding his saliva to the mix, by taking my cock as deep as he could and letting the excess drool down to where Lynda was using her two fingers to push it all in and open me up.

Meanwhile, I was happy as a tornado in a trailer park sucking on his cock, working more and more of it into my throat. I put my arms around his massive thighs and used my hands on his ass cheeks and back to pull him against me when I was ready to take him deeper; and conversely on the sides of his thighs pushing him back when I needed to take a breath. It all worked perfectly well.

At some point Lynda’s fingers were replaced with that purple cock - I’m not even sure when that happened - and once fully inserted she started doing those shallow thrusts, rubbing that bulbous head back and forth across the lobes of my prostate, massaging and milking it in the most delightful way.

Denny instinctively knew to stop sucking me - otherwise I probably would have shot my load right then and there - and stood up, concentrating now on fucking my throat.

His cock was now thoroughly coated in my spit, to the point where it was flowing down over my eyes and impairing my vision. It made for some interesting gurgling sounds as he sloshed into and out of my open throat.

I SO wanted to take ALL of him - deep throat him - but try as I might, that monster just would not go all the way down. 

After several attempts ending in my coughing and sputtering, Denny suggested I just lick his balls for a while and catch my breath.

Lynda commended me for trying, and later told me it was one of the most erotic acts she had ever participated in - watching me get spit-roasted by the two of them, as Denny went down on me. It was pretty fucking intense for me too.

Meanwhile, I enjoyed - as I always do - being pegged by my lovely wife, while at the same time sucking on Denny’s balls, and feeling that big wet schlong of his sliding across my chest, and soon to be buried balls deep in my ass . . . Heaven on earth indeed!  

“I think you are ready for the main event, baby. Denny, he’s all yours.”

I shifted over a bit so that my head was once again on the bed; my neck was getting rather sore from the preliminaries. 

Denny’s cock was just dripping, and my ass was wide open for business.

“May I offer a suggestion?” Denville asked. “Based on my experience, I think it would be easier, at least for starters, for you to accommodate me if you were on your hands and knees, doggy style. At least until you are fully stretched out.”

“Sounds reasonable to me,” I replied, and positioned myself accordingly, but this time so that my ass was at the edge of the bed, and so Denny could start in the standing position.

I later rationalized why this might be true - but I will not delve into the physio-mechanics of that right now.

Lynda approached from the side, like a 1950’s cigarette girl, at the ready with her bowl of coconut oil; and Denny started rubbing the head of his cock up and down and in circles around my outer sphincter. Thank goodness I didn’t have to wait long until he started inching his way into me. I wanted his cock inside me so bad, and all but begged him to fuck me.

“You’re gonna need a lotta lube for this one, baby!” Lynda astutely observed, and I could feel a warm stream of oil drizzle down onto my lower back, just above the crack of my ass.

“He’s got a great looking ass - for a guy, that is,” stated Denny.

“Yeah, I know he does. That’s why I love taking him there myself every once in a while,” Lynda answered, smacking me on the butt cheeks.

Slow but sure, Denville slid that black dick deeper and deeper into me, and I could feel myself open up, and relax more with every stroke.

“Everything OK?” he asked, as he stroked my back with his massive hands.

“Oh yeah ... SO good ... you feel wonderful inside me Denny. Don’t stop.”

He was at the point where he would thrust the first four inches, then go in slow the next three or four; then, slowly slither out almost all the way before repeating the cycle. And each time he made that initial quick thrust, it felt like a mini-orgasm right in my ass, that reverberated up my spine and make the hair all along the way stand on end.

It was as though we were plugged into each other on a higher level too. As though he could read me, and know just how far to go, how hard, and what angle, to give me the most pleasure in the moment. Almost like ... he could read my mind, even before I could - or even bothered to - read it myself.  

I heard these strange noises, and realized they were coming out of me - moans and groans, oooohhs and aaaaahhs of ecstasy.

“You like to watch your husband take a big cock up the ass?” I heard Denny ask Lynda.

“I just can’t believe he can take YOURS ... you’re so fucking huge, and he’s taking ALL of you.” 

His large hands now grasped me on the inside of my shoulders and pulled me toward him as he thrusted. I felt totally possessed by him, and surrendered to that - to him - and to his dominance over me.

It felt totally amazing, and put me into an orgasmic trance that I never wanted to awaken from.

Lynda laid beside me and began masturbating feverishly, her head right beside mine - whispering naughty things I vaguely recall that I normally bark at her - but have trouble remembering, as I was so preoccupied in my own bliss.

Eventually - and as I became even more dilated - I started pushing back when Denny thrusted into me, and began to take over control of the rhythm of our fuck. This was just fine with Denny, who then stood motionless at the edge of the bed, while I slithered up and down the considerable length of his sinfully-slick shaft. I was fully opened up and could really take him now. 

Down and back ... down and back I slithered, riding that BBC like an amusement ride. A real cock feels so much different than the fake ones - but I think the biggest thing I noticed was the warmth and softness. The heat coming off that dick, warming me to the core, was just amazing.

Even though I was fully dilated, I was just a bit hesitant to let him really have at it and start wailing away - after all, he was an awful size - but Lynda would have none of that. In fact, she demanded that that was exactly what I do.

“I want to hear you beg him to fuck you, baby, just like I do when you fuck my asshole. I want to see your ass get plundered!”

So that is exactly what I did. The inner slut came out - as if it hadn’t already - and I did as instructed. After all, she was the director, Denny joked. And, to Lynda, seeing the tables turned and ME getting royally fucked was the main act and not to be missed.

Denny of course obliged, after graciously re-lubing with coconut oil (with a little help from Lynda, of course).

That is when he tested the limits of my endurance - he was bottoming out and slamming hard into me, much to the delight of my wife - who was all but holding me down for him. 

“Wow, your ass was made for cock, baby!” she exclaimed, smacking me on my widely spread cheeks with her coconut oil-soaked hand.

I continued to take a pounding from him, arching my back and burying my face in the pillow to muffle my cries of delirium. I could feel the sweat dripping off him and onto my legs and back as he worked that dick deep in my ass, driving me insane with pleasure.

“FUCK ... I wish I could take a big black cock up my ass like that,” exclaimed Lynda, as she watched Denny have at me and laid there feverishly masturbating with the purple dick still inside her. She almost looked like she was jacking herself off!

“Oh, I bet you could, with a little training!” suggested an almost breathless Denny.

I think Lynda actually climaxed when she heard him say that - but I’m not sure, I was so immersed in my own bliss.

I experienced orgasmic waves going through my body with every invading thrust of that magic dick of his. My prostate never had it so good. But I knew I was getting close to shooting, and wanted to get on top and cum all over him, rather than just squirt on the bedsheets.

“Let me on top of you Denny, please. I want to impale myself on you.”

No sooner were the words were out of my mouth, than Denville pulled out and laid back on the bed right beside Lynda. I climbed onto him and guided his cock back in, amazed at the ease and depth I was capable of taking him.

Now I could really give him a good fuck, and I started making my best moves, gyrating my ass as I pounded on his cock, and crying out with each thrust against my swollen prostate. My cock responded predictably, and was now bouncing off Denny’s stomach - he grabbed it and started stroking it for me with his coconut oil-soaked hands. I leaked all over his stomach as I ached for release.

“I’m gonna cum all over you; you know that, don’t you,” I warned him.

“I’m going to fill your hot ass too,” Denny responded.

We were both on the edge, as was my dear Lynda, laying beside us watching intently, looking almost like a very attractive she-male wearing a very purple condom and waiting her turn to fuck the next available hole. 

“You fucking bastards .. I’m cumming too!” Lynda shouted, almost too loud for comfort.

Denny was the first to explode, but just before he did, I swear I could feel the veins of his cock almost burst through his skin. This added stimulation on my anus, together with his massive head throbbing against my prostate, carried me over the edge as well.

As I felt him empty his warm seed into me, I took him as deep as I could and started shooting my man-cream in long ropes over his chest and stomach. Almost at the same time, Lynda screamed out and orgasmed, holding her purple dick as though it were her own and watching as I emptied my balls all over Denny.  

All three of us were panting unconsolably; I think Lynda was the first to move. She gradually licked her way up Denny’s stomach and chest and shared sticky cum-kisses with both Denny and me before heading for the sink and some damp facecloths to help clean us up.

“Your dick is built to please, my friend!” I told Denny, as I felt him gradually slip from my asshole’s tight grip.

“So is that tight ass of yours!” Denny replied. “You felt AMAZING when you started taking over and fucking ME. Took me back to memories of my wife - she could do that to me too. With her ass or pussy. I just loved to lay back and let her make love to me. If I’d closed my eyes, I might have believed that was her ass fucking me.”

“I’ll take that as the greatest compliment you could possibly offer,” I replied as I flipped around to dutifully lick the cum off his well-used cock. While I licked him clean, he pulled me over him and planted his mouth right over my ass, a sensation almost too intense for me to endure after getting fucked to within an inch of my life. 

Lynda emerged with warm wet cloths from the bathroom and caught us getting a jump start on the clean-up operations.

“Well, when you boys are finished ...”

We laughed, and I rolled over and we laid back like two kings, our faces covered in Denny’s coco-nutty flavored cum, awaiting her devoted attention. 

“That was just awesome, watching you two like that,” Lynda glowed, as she carefully dabbed us off.

“Thanks Denny, and you too Mark, for letting me be a part of this. I’d always wanted to watch two men make love, and I am not disappointed.”

“Well, we had a pretty good director,” Denville commented, adding “I’d be an actor in your play any day, baby,” before hopping into his shower. 

I did the same, while Lynda - bless her - started cleaning up and remaking Denny’s bed for him.

My ears were ringing as I entered our empty room and turned on the spray; it was almost too loud, too overpowering, for my senses to take, after that fuck-session with Denny.

I bent over and leaned on the sink, my head sandwiched between my arms momentarily until the ringing stopped; then stepped into the warm spray beneath the pulsating shower-head to rinse and soap away all of the lube and stickiness that still clung to my body.

Just as I emerged, my lovely Lynda was stepping in, to do the same. We shared a long, sensuous kiss before I dried off and left her to run her bath.

As she did, I walked back over to Denny’s side and thanked him once again for a magnificent fuck. He had just emerged from his shower.

“I gotta tell you .. you are one GREAT FUCK, Denville. I can’t imagine it being any better than that. We’ve GOT to get together again, my friend.” I suggested, handing him the last clean towel from the rack.

“Yes, we must keep in touch. I would love to have the two of you as my guests whenever we can arrange time off. I will be sure to give you my contact information before I leave for the airport tomorrow. I had only intended to stay until noon - my flight leaves at three.”

“Are you attending the conference again tomorrow?”

“No. I’m planning to have a leisurely breakfast and then take my time getting to the airport. What about the two of you?”

“Well, my bet is that if Lynda knows you’re just hanging around, you might not get much peace and quiet - if you know what I mean.” 

Denny laughed out loud again.

“I’m no spring chicken, you know, Mark. I don’t know about you, but I just might need some pharmaceutical help if I’m going to be able to get Moby here up to much more than THIS for a couple of days,” gazing down toward his now drooping but still sizable package dangling between us. 

He had a point. We were both mid-fifties, and at our age, for many of us the hormones just don’t support daily sexual romps - the likes of what we had just finished our second consecutive day of.

“Hang on a minute,” I said, retreating around the corner to our room. 

Lynda was pleasantly soaking and swishing in the large oval tub. I surreptitiously grabbed my package of viagra from the suitcase and returned to Denny’s room.

“Ever tried these?” I asked.

Once again, his roaring laughter filled the room.

“Oh yes, I have tried those. My doctor gave me a sample a couple of years ago, when I first started to notice, how shall I say, a modest ‘decline in performance’. So, yes I have taken them before. But I don’t have any with me - it would have been the last thing I’d have thought of bringing, even if I had any.”

“I take half a pill, that about does it for me; but here’s a whole one. Just in case. I just have a feeling by the time tomorrow morning rolls around, a lovely lady named Lynda just might want to follow up on that training you mentioned.”

Denny’s eyebrows raised up in an expression resembling one I recall Bill Cosby once wore at one particularly humorous and interrogative moment.

“Training ...?” he inquired.

I leaned in close and whispered into his ear: “Remember? Taking a big black cock up the ass.”

Denny’s face once again widened into a wide smile, before his lips rounded to form the word, “OOOOhhh, THAT training. Well, in that case, maybe I WILL take one of those blue pills from you. But I am spent for today, for sure. Perhaps tomorrow though...”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too. But yes, we’d all be best to let things build until then,” I agreed.

“Right now, I’m getting hungry, and I am wondering what they might have on tap down at the bar. How about you Mark?”

“Sounds like a great idea. I’ll see if Lynda’s up for one once she’s all fluffed up again. Meanwhile, I’ve got a few we picked up today I am anxious to try that should just now be nicely chilled - join me?”

“Of course!”

We sipped on - or should I say, gulped down, our beer until Lynda emerged, all cleansed and powdered.

After popping a couple more in our room, the three of us ended up going down to the hotel restaurant and settling on pub food for dinner; and just enjoying a rollicking good time yakking about our lives and having some great laughs together. The hockey teams had thinned out so it was quieter in the bar and restaurant; and the food - while definitely not gourmet - was more than adequate.

When it came around to talking sex again, we asked Lynda if she had any special requests for the next morning while Denville was still with us. 




Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 02



The fact that he was doing “nothing in particular” the next morning was, needless to say, music to Lynda’s ears.

She looked Denny squarely in the eye.

“You know much I want to take you in my ass - after watching you with Mark.”

She then looked around nervously, just to make sure no one else was within hearing distance. The coast was clear. We were tucked in the corner in a horseshoe-shaped high-back booth opposite the bar, with no one seated near us that might overhear. She continued.

“Watching Mark writhing around on you like that - fuck, you just HAVE to take me like that. And, if I can take YOU in my ass, all the way, I want BOTH of you to fuck me - take turns, whatever - I just want you both to plunder my ass and pump your seed into me,” Lynda stated, looking at each of us in turn, as if she were special-ordering her next wildest fantasy from a pair of aging gigolos. 

Which, I suppose, you could make a case for.

“But I want YOU boys to take control this time,” Lynda added, as if to put the cherry on the top.

“HMMmm, double cream for my sugar, then,” I quipped.

“But like you say, not tonight - tomorrow morning, after coffee and a nice light breakfast; and after I have a chance to, um, prepare myself, of course.”

Denny and I looked at each other and smiled, then back at Lynda.

“Sounds like a plan!” I said.

Denville smiled ear to ear and looked at me.

“I think we can make the missus REAL happy tomorrow. Don’t you, Mark?”

“I just hope there’s good soundproofing on those walls,” I answered, knowing full well that my girl just might lose control with all that cock wreaking havoc in our little den of pleasure. Especially with the pharmaceutical help I had secretly planned.

“Well then, gag me with something,” Lynda suggested.

“HMMmmm...” I thought. “Perhaps we might be able to come up with something, if both cocks are tied up.”

“I may offer token resistance, and that will signal that I need to be taken forcefully. I will use the code word ‘yellow’ if I need to change positions, and the code word ‘red’ if I need you to stop everything. Otherwise pay no heed to my protestations. Is this all sounding OK to you guys?”

I think both of us had actually reacquired our erections, in spite of spending our collective seed on each other earlier.

“Fuck, YES!” I answered. Denny only nodded and smiled.  

“So, have you ever trained a white bitch to take a big black cock up the ass, Denny?” Lynda wanted to know.

“Not in the way that I am about to, if I am clearly understanding your intentions.”

Denny was so Goddamned polite and concise, he could have worked for PBS.

“I trust you, Denville. Like I trust my husband. I would never go this deep - pardon the pun - with anyone else - other than my husband. Please, just say if this is something beyond your comfort zone.”

Denny thought for a moment, looking at both of us as though to study our body language. I believe he was really trying to read MY reaction - was it something I was comfortable watching HIM do to the love of my life?

I thought I would chime in to calm his doubts, just in case he harbored any in the back of his mind.

“Denny, my wife and I have done this - have talked about this very scenario - before, in several of our one-on-one intimate conversations. We have always fantasized about just this sort of thing, but never in our wildest imagination did we ever believe we would meet anyone like you - then hit it off like we have - and THEN have a chance to experience it. I would be SO honored if you would join us in this sex play and let my baby here feel like I did when you were fucking me. Let’s give her an experience she’ll never forget.”

Continued in Part Three



Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 03



Denny smiled widely.

"I'm all in then!" 

Plans intact, we high-fived, finished our drinks, and headed back up to our suite.

I had brought a few 'accessories' along in our oversized suitcase besides the fun factory share dildo; it was just a little kit we had for very mild BDSM play that contained a hood (with holes cut for eyes and mouth), some furry handcuffs that a three-year old could escape from, a length of soft black rope, and a wimpy rope-lash flogger that probably couldn't crush a fly. The same 'kit' I had brought along with us on several excursions, but seldom used, what with other things that got in the way, and other coincidences that never occurred... like the coincidence of a distinguished black gentleman being stranded without a room in an overbooked hotel, who we just managed to 'bump into' and start this incredible adventure with.

We all slept well that night, but were startled awake by a rather loud crashing noise outside our room at 6:45 AM.

I jumped out of bed and wrapped a towel around me, opening our door to find a food cart upended a ways down the hallway. There was broken glass and a mixture of juice and coffee splattered all about, now soaking into the thick carpeting. Then, servers dressed in black and white started running about like chickens with their heads cut off, not seeming to know what to do next.

It seemed that someone had attempted to break in to one of the rooms, and had run around the corner to make their escape, and smashed right into the breakfast tray that was being delivered to one of the guest rooms on our floor (or so we found out later when we checked out).

In any case, the noise in the hall woke us all out of a sound sleep, and we decided to not waste any time and go down for some caffeine and nourishment.

Over breakfast we reassured Denny that we didn't have a dungeon at home and that we were just looking to indulge in some playtime fantasy.

"Sometimes we wear masks, and that really helps us step out of our own ego and get into character. We just like to have fun - we're not what you would call hard-core anything," Lynda explained.

"I was never the type to treat a girl rough, so introducing a little BDSM into bedroom play was a difficult adjustment for me - at least in the beginning. But when we masked our faces, for some reason - after that - it became easier," I added.

"Hence the executioner's hood," philosophized Denny, drawing on a rather dark analogy.

"And the Inquisitioner's robes..." I added.

"Well enough of all THAT then," interrupted Lynda, having heard enough psych 101 for one day.

"Nobody's getting their head's chopped off here. I just want to get my ass fucked - and fucked GOOD. So let me have fun with it, and be your bitch this morning. I guarantee, you won't regret it." 

I looked at Denny: "I think we should give her what she wants, don't you?"

"It's not every day a man gets a request like that, from such a gorgeous creature as you, my dear Lynda. I guarantee I will give you my all."

The three of us then returned to our suite for showers and baths. Only this time, Lynda commandeered the oval tub in our bathroom, while Denny and I were relegated to sharing the shower in his room. After all, Lynda did have some serious business to attend to.

Once Lynda disappeared into her bathroom, I reached for the blue pills, and handed Denny one.

"I got a lotta cock to fill up," he said, as if to justify the whole dose. 

"Fuck it, I'm going to take a whole one too," I said, and popped it into my mouth. "I gotta lotta cock for a white guy too, ya know!" 

Denny's laugh always made me laugh, and we shared a shower, gleefully helping each other to clean all those hard-to-reach spots.

Once I was done, I toweled off and dug into our suitcase for the 'toy bag' to show Denny. I put towels down, then laid everything out along the perimeter of our bed for his perusal. When he was done drying himself off, I invited him in to have a look. Lynda was still busying herself behind closed doors in the large round jacuzzi tub.

"Behold, our tools..." I said, pointing to the assortment of goodies I'd brought along on a whim.

Denny examined each article carefully - especially the flogger and the hood.

"Here, let me demonstrate this one," I offered, taking the flogger from him and swinging it across his backside.

"See? You can really wail away with this one, and you can hardly feel it."

I gradually increased the force of my lashes, until I was swinging quite forcefully; but even with that, there was only the slightest of flinch in Denny's expression.

"Interesting. May I?" He asked.

"I insist," I said, handing it to him and bending over suggestively.

"Oh yeah..." I kept saying, as he offered me the lash in steadily increasing degrees of authority.

He could have kept going, until finally Lynda must have heard the loud whacks from the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you guys doing out there?"

We both laughed out loud together and said - at the same time - "Just rehearsing!".

We then started to seriously prepare for our little slut training session. Denny gathered all the pillows from both beds, we laid down towels over our bed, and went over our strategy.

"If you're fucking her throat and she wants to stop, in lieu of her safe words she'll just shake her head back and forth like this," I demonstrated.

Denny's cock was now starting to rise to the occasion - mine would not be far behind.

"And PLEASE, take control and talk dirty - she will melt in your hands and do pretty much anything you ask her to."

"I'm just not used to verbally abusing a woman," Denny confided. "I don't know if I have ever called a woman anything derogatory, like a slut, or a bitch, or..."

"Listen, like I said, we are PLAYING. I am like you Denny. Before I met Lynda, I never did that either, let alone even PRETEND to force myself on a woman. Now, those are just some of the fantasies we indulge in, during our playtimes. I tell you, I think it would be easier if you would wear a mask!"

"Do you have one?" 

"Hell, yes - I ALWAYS bring my Zorro mask - I didn't think to get it out, hang on... HERE it is!"

I held it up for him; he took it and put it on, and looked in the mirror.

"Fuck, man, you make one impressive Zorro. Lynda sees you like that, she's gonna melt."

"Ya think?"

"Hey man I'M fucking melting..."

Denny turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Now do you understand what the cloak of anonymity can do for your fantasy world?" I asked him.

He turned around and his cock was already rising. He had given me the answer that all of us wanted.

"So, since Lynda will be virtual putty in your hands, you might as well day-dream in color, my masked friend. If there is anything you would like a drop-dead gorgeous brunette to do for you - other than bend over and take your hard cock up the ass - now is the time to start making your wishes. Penny for your thoughts?" 

"I'd really like to see her play with that hot pussy for us for a while - get herself nice and warmed up while she sucks our cocks for us."

"Your wish is her command. MAKE her do it. She wants that too, you know. I can't wait to watch her be YOUR bitch. Especially with that fucking mask on! Just know that she loves - and respects - a man who takes control."

"Well, let me know if I cross any lines, man. I really love you guys, and I wouldn't want to..."

I put my arm around him and interrupted, "This is going to be FUN. Just feed off Lynda's energy. And mine too. You'll see - and you needn't worry. You are a classy guy and this is playtime. Let your hair down and be the big bad wolf, and let's give little red riding hood a ride she'll never forget!"

"OK, but let's get one thing straight. YOU are in control. YOU the man, Mark. And Lynda is YOUR WOMAN. I would never try and take her away. But holy shit, she is one awesome lady, and you're one awesome dude; and if I can bring pleasure to the two of you, it comes back to me tenfold."

At that, he sat down on the edge of the bed, bent down and engulfed most of my raging hard on into his mouth. He massaged my balls in a most pleasurable way as he started sucking me, getting me quite wet; taking a lesson from the blowjob queen in the other room. I had to pull him off after a minute or so, he was doing such an incredible job. 

I glanced down at Denny's cock - it was now bigger than I had seen it get in the last two days. The viagra was really doing its job. 

"Fuck Denny, that is one beautiful tool you have there! I can't wait to keep it nice and wet for you while you fuck Lynda's ass."

I couldn't resist: I knelt down between his legs and had just started to lick up the length of his shaft, when the bathroom door opened and Lynda's naked form appeared before us.

"Well... a BLACK Zorro... yet another fantasy about to be fulfilled!"

She was - as usual - drop dead gorgeous. Our cocks surged even more as we took in her all-natural beauty: long chestnut brown hair with streaks of grey, flowing gently over soft shoulders and neck; full round breasts, with large aureoles and protruding firm nipples; hourglass figure with full but trimmed bush; and long, sexy, million dollar legs. 

I just had to get up and embrace her, kissing her full on the lips, then all up and down her face and neck, she was just so damn pretty. And I was so head-over-heals in love with her.

"Are you ready, my love?" I asked.

Lynda smiled, nodded her head, knelt down, and started to tie back her hair.

"Wait," I said.

I meandered over to the assembly of props we had to enhance our experience.

"Put this on," I said.

It was the hood, or shall I say, the black balaclava, with the two holes for eyes, and large hole for her mouth.

Lynda understood, at a fundamental level, this made her - as well as Denny - actors in a play. Masking our real identities, and allowing our suppressed fantasies to come out - given that thin veil of anonymity we placed over our egos.

Or, perhaps, more to the point: the masks allowed our REAL selves to poke through to the surface - and explore the the REAL selves of the others - perpetually locked in the battle between our ego and alter-ego.

What complex creatures we are, and how interesting we become when we unleash our true selves.

Although I was unmasked, I felt strangely comfortable amidst my cloaked comrades.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, you horny BITCH!" I queried, with a suggestive smile. 

"Oh FUCK... I SO want that cock in my ass..."

"Well, you might have to work for it."

Denny's smile was clearly evident below the lower boundary of the black mask.

"I'll do anything..."

Denny sat up, stroking himself.

"Fucking right you'd do anything," I suggested.

"Come closer and suck Mark's cock; and play with yourself, so I can watch," Denny commanded.

We moved closer to the bed, and I remained standing, while Lynda - still on her knees - complied; rubbing herself while she sucked my hard dick. All the while, she kept watching Denny, maintaining eye contact with him.

"Open wider, bitch!" I ordered, grabbing her cloaked head and thrusting deeper, and getting that saliva making machine throttled up.

Denny then stood up, obviously wanting to get in on the action, and stated that his dick needed a good sucking too.

We took turns, grabbing her by the head and forcibly fucking her face while she continued masturbating. 

"You LOVE black cock, don't you babe," I asked, not really expecting an answer; her mouth was already full of it.

"MMmm-Hmm..." 

"Here, fuck the white bitch's mouth, Denny," I suggested, taking her head off my cock and turning her towards him.

His massive hands moved to the back of Lynda's head, so I started stroking myself, poking her and rubbing against her as he tested her gag reflex.

Spit was flowing freely now, dripping down onto her breasts and between. I gathered it up and started rubbing it into her pussy.

"Do you see how horny this bitch is?" I asked Denny, "Do you want to see how hard she cums when she thinks about black cock?"

"Fuck, you know I do, man."

Her hand, now all slick from cock-suck-spit, was making sloshing noises as she unabashedly brought herself close to the edge for us.

Eventually she managed to mumble the words "May I cum please?" between our double assault on her throat.

"NO... Not yet. Let's get this hot bitch up on the bed, where I can watch her perform up close and personal," ordered Denny. 

We manhandled her up onto the bed in a reclining position - a perfect spot where we could watch her do the dirty girl for us, and where either or both of us could 'freely interact' with her, at will.

"Suck Mark's cock, and show Denny what a horny bitch you are," ordered our larger-than-life black knight.

She laid there with her legs wide open, and Denny standing between them towering above, stroking himself; as she shamelessly spread her labia and took my cock into her mouth - all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

The scene was surreal, and lasted several minutes. It had been a very long time since I had seen her like this, masked, unabashedly sucking cock, and fingering herself. I thought it was a damn good time to pull her hood off, so I did; and her hair came flying out everywhere. It was the sluttiest and sexiest I'd ever seen her, and at that moment I second guessed myself on why I'd ever put that damn hood over a face so beautiful.

Then I realized, it was so I could see her like this. Contrast. I don't know if Denny got it, but I sure did. Of all the times I fell in love with my girl - and there are so many that I cannot count them - this one stands out as one of the top five. 

The three of us encouraged each other, escalating our level of arousal: me telling her to make herself squirt all over his dick; him telling her everything he wanted to do with his cock; and Lynda just moaning and getting closer and closer to going over the edge.

"Oh fuck - I'm gonna cum," she said, letting my cock slip from her mouth long enough to say, "PLEASE Denny, put your cock in my cunt right NOW!"

Denny did not need to be asked twice.

I shoved my cock right back between her lips just as Denny plunged into her, and good thing too. Otherwise, her unmuffled scream might have wakened the whole floor. 

We had at least her mouth and cunt well plugged. Two orifices down, one to go, I thought.

"Give it to her, mate!" I encouraged, as I watched his now slick dick slide its way in and out, going faster and faster with each successive thrust.

"Man, this bitch is so fucking wet!" Denny commented, as I continued to fuck her mouth in time with my partner.

"Make yourself cum, baby. Make yourself cum for Denny."

Lynda started feverishly rubbing her clit, as Denny's thrusts continued unabated. Denny moved in closer, his face hovering just above hers, while she kept sucking my cock - albeit somewhat distracted.

"Keep looking at him when you cum, baby, don't take your eyes off him," I ordered.

That got her.

Her mouth opened wide, and I instinctively held my cock over her open lips to muffle the inevitable cries that were sure to follow.

It was almost enough to do the job, but Denny came to the rescue, planting his mouth right over hers, with my cock laying sandwiched like a ballpark frank between them. 

What an exquisite sensation, to feel the vibrations of her moans right on my frenulum, with Denny's oversized mouth enveloping the dripping head of my cock from above; all joined in a wonderful swirling kiss the two of them shared as her orgasm peeked, and then waned.

The bed beneath them was soaked. That BBC slamming into my hot bitch did it's job and more. I knew it just by the sound of Lynda's moans.

Denny then pulled off and discarded the mask of Zorro - obviously, he no longer needed it. His identity - and will - was freed, and there was now no longer any need for anything to hide behind. I knew the feeling well.

After several blissful moments, I had an idea.

I reluctantly slid my cock out from between my lovers' mouths, and leaned in close to make my pitch.

"Shall I prepare this tight little white ass for you, Master Denville?"

"Yes, prepare her for me. I want to fuck your ass SO bad," he said, never taking his eyes off Lynda's.

"Flip over so Lynda's on top, but stay inside her; and let me get her nice and wet for you."

Denny immediately rose up, holding Lynda still impaled on him, and laid back on the bed; once reclined, their lips re-joined in a passionate kiss.

I knelt between their legs, and started licking my way up Denny's balls, eventually spreading Lynda's ass cheeks and burying my tongue in her sweet hole.

Anilingus is either something you like, or you don't. And, I LOVE it. Especially with a BBC filling up the other end!

Judging by Lynda's reaction, she enjoyed receiving it as much as I did dishing it out. She squirmed around, opening herself up to my prodding, as Denny helped by pulling her ass cheeks apart for me; and ground into her in a screwing motion from below.

As Lynda relaxed and surrendered to my probing, eventually pushing against me as though trying to have a bowel movement, I was able to go deeper with my tongue, then my finger, opening her up for bigger things to come. 

I could hear her, moaning and groaning, as I continued digging my tongue deeper into her, followed by my probing finger. She was definitely ready to advance to the next stage. I ran my tongue up the center of her spine, across the short hair and sending shivers through her as I advanced upwards toward her neck.

My hard cock slid over her puckered hole, and I pushed it firmly against her there; as I whispered in her ear, so that Denny could hear too.

"I think someone is ready for a new adventure..."

I then pushed against her opening with my cock, squeezing out just enough pre-cum to add to the spit already in there for lube - and almost got the head of my cock past her outer sphincter.

"OOOHHHhh!" came the startled response.

"Somebody knockin' on the back door?" Denny asked, in his relaxed Jamaican drawl. He could obviously feel me, just as I felt his presence through the thin membrane that separated us.

"Oh yeah, but I think this hot bitch needs a proper slut training session with seriously BIG black cock. That be YOU, my friend."

I rose up, and inched in just a bit more - I couldn't resist - to help dilate her before Denny got in and did the heavy lifting. Lynda flinched, but took me in stride, arching her back and turning to meet my lips in an open mouth kiss - one I returned most emphatically.

"Fuck... Fuck me there, Mark, while he's in my cunt. Open me up some more first."

We had done this the night before, of course. But now, she was REALLY horny. I was not about to disappoint.

Even without lube, my girl was pretty slick, and I worked myself into her pretty deep. But I avoided thrusting - as much as I wanted to - I knew that without lube, that would not be a wise idea. Our cocks were so fucking hard from the viagra, it felt like we were in a slow-motion fencing match INSIDE my lovely Lynda, who was moaning and growling at varying levels of pitch with every move we made.

Having held myself up long enough in an extended push-up (I did not want to put my full weight on Lynda) I slowly started to withdraw, then let her puckered ass naturally eject me. As she did, she groaned like a woman giving birth, then muttered some obscenity-littered monologue into Denny's ear. I did not get the exact wording as I backed away and off of the bed - but I presume she was letting him know she was ready to take him up the ass. Once I was clear, Denville really started thrusting, to make up for lost time.

I nonchalantly reached for the flogger, and ran the tails up and down over her spine, as if to suggest that, if Lynda needed any additional 'persuasion' - or if she just got out of line - I would be there to handle the discipline.




Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 03



Denny followed my lead, stood and lifted Lynda with the greatest of ease off the bed - and slid her up and off that great massive meat of his - and lowered her back down on the bed.

"Suck it, bitch!"

Lynda looked up at him from her position - on hands and knees on the bed - for just a second or two before complying. That was too long for me.



I let the flogger fly, and again and again; only I did so with more authority than I usually did. I don't know what got into me; but I really let her have it.

And it worked - she got on that cock smartly after that.

"That's more like it, bitch!" said Denny, who then turned to look at me and smiled.

"Deeper!" he barked.

Once again, I raised the lash, but did not swing. Lynda instinctively flinched, but then saw that I held back, and really took him deep into her throat, once again testing her gag reflex.

Her eyes were watering, and saliva overflowing down her chin and throat. It clearly made an impression.

"Excellent, now, suck HIS cock," Denny ordered.

I stood motionless. This might just prompt the safe word, I thought. Lynda stated to me in previous sessions that this was a line she would never cross - NO ass to mouth. But Denny had no idea.

I had just been in her ass - mind you, she was 'in the zone'. And, she was very, VERY clean. Clearly these thoughts were also floating through her mind.

I did NOT raise my lashes when she turned to look at me; but nor did she hesitate in fulfilling Denny's orders. In fact, she grabbed my balls, opened her mouth, and took me almost as far as she could down her throat in one motion.

She was a woman possessed.

My head flew back, and she bobbed her head up and down and sucked as loud and wet as she has ever done, sending spit flying everywhere. I actually had to grab her head and stop her, the stimulation was so overpowering.

I pulled her head off me and kissed her long and full, jamming my tongue in her mouth where my cock had just been.

That lasted all of a few seconds before Denny took over once again, smacking her in the ass with his bare hand.

"On your hands and knees, bitch! Time for some slut training! Before that white ass shrinks too far to be any good to me..."

He picked her up and placed her right on the pillows, where we had stacked them. This way, she could stick her ass way up in the air and still support her upper body comfortably.

Denny pointed to the ball gag. "Put it on."

Lynda obliged. She really didn't like wearing it all that much, but for Denny - and that big black cock - she would do anything.

"Lube?" Denny asked, looking at me.

"I'm all over it," I answered.

I grabbed the coconut oil and lubed both of them, giving them both a good lick before doing it.

"What great service!" Denny commended.

I took glee in holding that massive dick and rubbing it over my wife's puckered little asshole. At first glance, i thought, no fucking way is this going to fit in there... 

"Oh FUCK baby; he sure is awful BIG. You are in for one helluva fuck, that's for sure."

Lynda was trying to mumble something, so I removed the ball gag momentarily.

"Please... PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!"

"Oh fuck - leave the gag off, I want to hear you beg," Denny snapped back. I pulled the gag off and threw it aside and grabbed the flogger with my free hand.

 went the lashes again across her beautiful buttocks.

"You heard the man."

"Please, fuck my asshole, PLEASE?"

"Stick that ass way up in the air," I ordered. Lynda complied, giving it a little wiggle.

I slid first one, then two oil-soaked fingers inside her as she moaned her approval, and once she was sufficiently dilated poured a bit more directly into her; and drizzled a bit more over the large black dick she so wantonly craved, casting the large shadow over the crack of her ass. I then stroked him and rubbed up and down the length of his shaft to make sure he was good and slick, finally placing the oozing tip right at ground zero. 

I have to tell you, it felt so damn erotic, holding another man's warm cock, poised and as hard and as big as Denny's was, right at the opening of my charming wife's gorgeous asshole. Knowing how good it felt in me the day before. And knowing how bad she wanted that cock in her - SLAMMING into her - and not stopping until he finished pumping his hot seed deep into her bowels. 

I looked up at him and said "Go with throttle up!"

Well, what a seductive interaction that I was to witness come to pass over the next ten minutes as Denny worked his way into her; a spectacle that shall be burned into my memory for all time to come.

Those massive hands of his were all over her, guiding, pulling, caressing... as he made that very large penis slowly disappear inside my lovely lady's asshole. Lynda squirmed and writhed and pulled away, and pushed back - it was quite the dance they had going. Each time he slowly went back in, he would go a bit further, and stay there; he might just hold and kiss her, or pull her hair, squeeze her tits, whatever - and it all seemed to be just the perfect thing at the perfect moment. Lynda responded incredibly, and seemed to be in seventh heaven, with her face buried in a pillow to muffle her cries of pain and pleasure. 

I remained close, sitting on the edge of the bed stroking her back and shoulders; but until he finally bottomed inside her - close to ten minutes into it, I reckon - I was pretty much just a spectator, ready with the warmed up oil if needed.

At that triumphant moment, as his cock was completely swallowed up in that hungry hole - so long craving that forbidden black fruit - Denny offered his congratulations, as did I.

"I think it might be time for more lube though - if we are going to have a serious fuck, that is!"

I was right there, waiting for him to pull out. As he did, I drizzled more oil onto his prick, looking almost as if it were expanding as he withdrew it from her; then more into the gaping hole he left behind.

"That should do the job!" I said, wiping off my hands with a damp towel. 

No sooner was I out of the way, than Denny had plunged right back in again, pinning Lynda back down on the bed.

"Now let's see how you can take black dick," he said, slapping the sides of her buttocks and pulling her up against him. 

Lynda got up on her hands and knees, but brought a pillow up against her face to muffle her wails. As Denny picked up the pace, Lynda seemed to be taking it in stride. 

"Oh, yeah, baby. Take that dick!" I encouraged, cheerleading from the sidelines and stroking myself in time with his thrusts.

I bent down and kissed her, grabbing her chin and calling her a horny bitch, while all she could do was grunt back at me and drool back into my mouth.

I crept beneath them to get an unforgettable view: looking straight up at Denny's cock pistoning in and out of Lynda's hot ass, with her dripping cunt right over my mouth. I rubbed the outer folds of her labia, giving indirect stimulation on her clit, then craned my neck up to lick her wide open snatch. At the same time, I felt her take my cock into her mouth and start sucking.

Pity I couldn't hold the position very long, as Denny's balls slapped against my forehead; but long enough to help bring her to yet another orgasm.

"That's right baby! Cum with that cock in your ass!" I urged, as she placed her hand over mine and let loose.

"Oh FUCK, I'm cumming too!" cried Denville, and I watched from below as his balls retracted up against his body and he pumped his load deep into Lynda's bowels. 

Lynda pretty much collapsed onto me, and I was in the perfect position to see Denny's still hard cock slowly withdraw, then drop down right into my open mouth.

"Fuck yeah, lick off that dick, man," Denny purred, as I slurped all the cream off of him, then what was dripping down from my wife's gaping ass.

Denny plunged into her once more, then withdrew and shook off his dick onto her ass and my face. 

"MMmm, nice creampie for me there, mate?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah. I hope you're going to make me one too, brother!"

Denny moved around to Lynda's head and sat on the bed, suggesting she lift up and off me so I could get to work. 

She was like a rag doll - fucked silly - was she still up for more, I wondered?

"How 'bout it baby, is that hot ass ready for more cock?"

She turned around with that wicked smile of hers and said "Sock it to me, baby!" - then stuck her ass out and started wiggling it back and forth.

"How about you finish cleaning this nice black dick off for me while hubby makes me a nice creampie, then?"

Well, surprising, Lynda was all over it, licking and sucking him like the white whore she was play-acting.

I licked her some more, savoring the taste of them together, before drizzling more coconut oil over me and into her. Slowly I worked my way in, and she opened up readily. Never before had it been so easy for me to inch my way up that pretty little ass. Within a minute or so, she was thrusting her hips back into me, prodding me on and fucking me like a woman possessed. 

Sloppy seconds is right on, I thought! More of Denny's cum squeezed out from between us as I plunged my cock in, keeping things nice and slick.

Denville too seemed possessed - that cock of his had not shrunk one iota - must have been that whole pill he'd taken, I thought.

He got off the bed and came up behind me as I was plowing into Lynda, coaching me on.

"That's right, fuck that white bitch up the ass."

He grabbed the flogger and started using it on both of us - which really amped things up to the next level.

"That's right, let's see how many cocks this bitch can take before she breaks!"

That breaking point might not be too far away, I thought, as I ground in as deep as I could, feeling my point of no return fast approaching. 

Then Denny, always full of surprises, inserted his lubed finger right up my rectum - then two fingers - and searched for my prostate. He found it in short order, and began massaging it - milking it - for me. 

THAT spelled curtains for me.

"Oh FUCK baby, he's got his fingers up my ASS..."

I slumped over and held Lynda close, buried to the hilt deep in her ass, and started pumping my hot load right where it belonged.

"That's right baby! Shoot it in my ass!"

Just as I was pumping into her, I felt Denny's fingers being replaced with something else. 

He had lubed himself up and started penetrating me just as I was in the throes of my own orgasm, pumping my hot load into Lynda's ass.

"I've got a pretty big appetite for ass, this morning..." Denny said, with a sheepish grin.

"How's your appetite for that creampie I promised you?"

His eyes lit up.

"Oh yeah... THAT! Your ass can wait."

I slowly pulled out, and rolled to my side, exposing both of us to his intentions. Denny went for me first - licking off my cum-coated cock from stem to stern - before descending down onto Lynda's well fucked hole and slurping up all that he could from her.

"MMmmm... FUCK, you both taste so good."

Lynda's smile said it all. I nuzzled up beside her and kissed her on the neck.

"Well, how was it, baby?"

"Divine, just divine."

Then, turning to Denny, and observing his refuse-to-die-hard-on, she giggled and asked him, "So, just what do you plan on doing with that now?"

"I think he want MY ass," I answered.

"Well that's good, cause I'm DONE."

"You've both got such nice asses, I could fuck the two of you all day long... but I've got a plane to catch soon, and I can't take THIS with me," Denny quipped, holding up his medically induced super-storm of black cock.

"I'll be your slut, one more time, mate," I answered, and turned over to the kneeling position for him. "Do what thou wiltst!"

Denny stood at the edge of the bed and manhandled me back toward him, while my wife slinked under me and just smiled. We embraced and kissed as Denny had his way with me, but this time, he was gentle - unlike he had been with Lynda.

"No fair, he's being so nice with you!" she said, as I writhed in pleasure above her and exchanged kisses.

"Yes, but we both know, you like it HARD."

We just smiled at each other, in a mutual understanding.

"I bet you like it hard sometimes too."

"You're probably right about that," I answered, honestly.

Denny's cock just kept feeling better and better - even though I had already cum - but I wanted to feel him shoot into me again, and I told him so.

"Do it Denny. Empty yourself into me. I want to feel that again." 

It was such a lovely fuck, to end our little vacation tryst. Not loud and rousing, just nice, ending not in a screaming climax, but in a soft crescendo, as I felt his man-cream pump in hot jets down from inside him and splash against the walls of my bowel. I asked him to stay inside me for just a while, so that I could absorb his seed into me, make it part of me, and not all run out and be lost. 

But alas, after about five minutes of quiet bliss, he glanced at the clock, and uttered something like, HOLY SHIT! before sliding out of me and flying into his shower, leaving Lynda and I to lay together on our bed amidst the mess of towels, pillows and sheets, awash in sperm and coconut oil. It would take the maid-service swat team to clean this mess up, we joked. 

We were both aglow in joy and contentment, and just laid there for a few moments and hugged; agreeing that it had been the best of times we'd had as a couple together.

And, wondering what the hell we were going to tell her sister when she arrived later that day and asked what we'd been doing our first three days in town!