0 comments/ 57207 views/ 0 favorites Two Into One By: AleksandrII I was 19 at working behind the bar of a local pub when I met Rob and Clare who were both about 7 years older than I was. They were a friendly enough couple and I soon started to spend time with them outside work. I used to spend a lot of time with Clare on her own and she told me right from the start that Rob was into some pretty strange stuff. He liked to screw in front of the window with the lights on so people outside could see in and things like that. One of his big fantasies was to watch while another man screwed his wife. One weekend, Rob had gone away and I stayed the night at their house. Clare and I got really pissed and ended up with her on the floor with her legs wide apart and me knelt between her legs licking her clit and shoving my tongue in and out of her cunt like I wouldn't see tomorrow. She was the first woman I'd made come and I was hooked. That evening we did just about everything apart from actually shag and she couldn't get enough of it. The most incredible experience for me was her bent over the back of a chair while I fingered her from behind, just stroking my fingers up and down her slit and sliding them inside every now and again. All of a sudden she reached down between her legs and started playing with herself. I was absolutely amazed as I'd never seen a girl do this before. I'd also never masturbated in front of anyone but that was about to change. While she played with her clit, I fingered her with one hand and wanked with the other. When she saw me doing this she really started going for it, shoving herself onto my fingers which were dripping with her juices, and rubbing her clit like crazy. Now, usually when I wank, I don't shoot far but this was set to change too. I was stood behind her letting her set the pace and all of a sudden she really started to shake. When she came with me going down on her it was quite a quick orgasm for her but this seemed to build and build until I could feel the waves of her cunt muscles contracting against my fingers. She then started to groan and this was more than I could take. Just as she started to slow down after this incredible orgasm I could feel my cock harden that extra bit when you know there's no going back. A few seconds later I shot the biggest load I'd ever shot all over her back and ass cheeks. My legs actually buckled and I could barely stand. And to top it all off, she took the hand that I'd been fingering her with and licked her own juices off! I bloody nearly shot again! As I said, that weekend we did just about everything possible apart from shag. I don't know why, it wasn't something that was discussed. I didn't try as I was terrified that it would put an end to the fun that I was having if I pushed my luck – and I'd never had fun like this, believe me! Anyway, a couple of weeks later, I'd stayed at their place and I'd gone into their bedroom on the Sunday morning. I was sat on the floor next to the bed on Clare's side. Clare was laid on her side facing me and the TV was on. I'd been extremely daring and slipped my hand under the bedclothes to play with her nipples knowing that Rob couldn't see. She had fascinating tits. They were quite small, really perky with huge nipples that were extremely sensitive to the touch. I swear you could almost make her come by playing gently with those nipples and on this fine Sunday morning I really thought this was going to happen. She'd closed her eyes and I could tell by the way that her neck and face were starting to go red that things were happening. Her head was quite close to the edge of the bed and I leaned across and whispered to her that I really wanted to fuck her. I nearly died when she bit her bottom lip and then said very breathily: "Rob already is". It turned out that whilst I was sat on the floor playing with her nipples, Rob had come behind her and slid his cock into the cunt that I'd made wet! When I knelt up to look, he was laid behind her just fucking her really slowly. I slid my hand off Clare's tits and down her belly to between her legs. She'd put a pillow between her knees to give Rob an easier entry. I pulled the covers off slightly and could just see his cock sliding in and out, all shiny with her juices. I wasn't immediately comfortable with the situation but figured that you might as well try anything once. With that thought, I leaned forward and took one of those great big nipples between my lips, squeezing it to the same rhythm that I could feel between her legs as I just pressed my finger against her clit. I could see that she wasn't far off exploding and I was starting to feel like I wouldn't be far behind just watching the pair of them. Then Rob pulled his cock out and turned onto his back. Clare knew just what to do and got up on all fours to suck him with her backside pointing at me. Now I absolutely love the view of a woman from behind. Clare had her arse in the air and her legs slightly apart. Because of the way that she was positioned and the fact that she was quite petite, her cunt was very nicely exposed between her legs. This gave me the perfect opportunity to kneel behind her, pull her arse cheeks slightly apart and stick my tongue into her. I'd do a few strokes in and out of her cunt and then slide from back to front up her slit until I could just about touch her clit with the tip of my tongue. Nothing was hurried about any of this; everything was done at a lazy Sunday morning pace. She sucked Rob slowly; I licked and sucked her slowly. I could tell by the way that her juices were flowing that she was ready to come so I stood up and slid my cock into her cunt from behind while she was sucking Rob's and playing with his balls. I was going slow and deep with my strokes and every time I thrust to the hilt, it pushed her head down onto Rob's cock, which he really loved. I'm not sure I'm keen on the idea but I felt directly responsible for Rob's orgasm. Clare didn't like come in her mouth so as I was banging away from the back, she lifted her head off Rob's cock and started to wank him off. Within about 10 strokes he shot his load all over the bed. Clare finished him and then decided to concentrate on her own pleasure. Her hand went between her legs and she started hammering away at her clit. It was fantastic for me as each time she rubbed her clit, her fingers would brush against the shaft of my cock. As Rob laid there coming down, Clare started to moan louder and louder and then gasped as her own orgasm hit. A woman coming is the sexiest thing as far as I'm concerned and I pumped a considerable amount of spunk into her. Unfortunately I slipped out as the first load went in and the rest of it spurted all over her slit and arse, which just heightened the moment for me. These weekend sessions were a regular thing for the next few months. We had some really good times. One of Clare's tricks was to kneel between me and Rob in bed and wank us both off at the same time to see who she could make come first. Her absolute favourite routine was to have Rob sit up on the bed propped up on a bean bag so he was almost sitting up. She would then lower herself onto his cock facing away from him. We'd cover Rob up with a quilt as far as we could so that Clare was sat on the quilt but still able to get his cock inside her. I'd then be able to lay on my front on the quilt and suck on her clit while she laid back on Rob's chest. By rocking her pelvis back and forth she could get Rob's cock sliding in and out enough to feel it. As she was coming, I would switch so that I was up sucking her nipples and rubbing her clit with my hand. If we got this right she would scream the house down if we let her. Because the house was in a terrace, I would literally have to gag her with my free hand to keep the noise down. This just made things better in her eyes and her orgasm would soak the quilt she was on and nearly blow her head off! There was always an unspoken rule that Rob and I would never touch or be too 'visible' to each other. We were both extremely heterosexual but enjoyed an open approach to sex. Our sessions went on like this for several months and then just seemed to fade out. I can't really remember when or why now but I still get a fantastic hard on when I think of those times! Two into One As a high school teen, I experienced several threesome experiences with two women and never found them to be particularly satisfying even though I had fantasized about "being ravished" by multiple females from puberty on. My life changed when, in my thirties, I came home from work early and caught my wife in bed with another guy. I was shocked and angered. I went and got my shotgun from a closet and burst into the bedroom where they were rather actively engaged. I had two problems however. Intellectually, I knew I did not want to spend my life in jail; nor did I want to lose my wife. Emotionally, while I felt betrayed, I was also terribly aroused. I put the gun down and told my wife I needed to talk. I explained my very complex, confused emotions, and told her it was the betrayal that hurt, not the sex. I then completely surprised her when I asked her what she thought about two men at once. While hesitant, she agreed. Her lover too was hesitant and a bit wilted having focused like a laser on my shotgun. I don't know if he was aroused by the idea or scared of what might happen if he said no. Ultimately, he agreed. The experience was awkward, fun, arousing, silly, and many other things. Great sex it was not -- but it definitely held promise. We agreed it was interesting and fun but were not certain we wanted to continue. The other guy was not particularly enthused by the whole scene and soon made himself scarce. We went about our lives, struggling through a marriage in which we had married too young, for all the wrong reasons, and into which we brought children far too soon. But as much strife as we had, we truly loved each other. It was several years before we had our second experience. Now in our mid thirties, we had moved due to financial necessity. Our neighbor was a single father of two boys, about ten years our senior, and as we became closer and closer, I began to see changes in my wife's behavior -- things I had noticed once before -- just before I had caught her in bed. I won't bore you with details, but I became convinced she either wanted or was having an affair with our neighbor. I began to plot and scheme about how I was going to catch them. I would not be a cuckold. I'm not sure who was more surprised when it finally happened, me or her. After secretly monitoring her activities, I was convinced she had planned a tryst one particular day. I worked at the time nearly 90 miles away and she knew that once gone to work, I was not likely to appear any time soon. What she did not plan for was that I would leave as though going to work, and hide out nearby, only to return well before expected. I found a place for breakfast and after an appropriate 90 minute wait, called the house, ostensibly to ask some inane question, while in reality setting the stage for my unexpectedly early return. I told her I was at work; I bitched about the terrible traffic; and complained about idiot drivers I had contended with. I figured she would now be at ease. I waited a bit over 30 minutes and figured the time had come. I parked around the corner and snuck through a neighbor's yard toward my house. When I got to the side of the house, I could hear muffled talking, laughing, and giggling coming from the downstairs spare bedroom. Yet, I was confused when I looked into the driveways of my and my next-door neighbors homes and did not see my neighbor's car as I was sure I would. I tried to glance through the window but the curtain was pulled tightly. When I tried to enter the back/basement door, which I had left unlocked, I found it locked and chained. Unable to contain myself, I marched to the front door. Fearing I would find that too chained, I was shocked to find it both unlocked and unchained. My thoughts reeled -- anger, confusion, uncertainty and curiosity warred for supremacy. Finally, I could contain myself no more and barged into the house and stalked down the half flight of stairs into the basement. I was surprised all right -- as were my fully clothed and thoroughly stoned wife and my neighbor's 19 year old son Ron. My wife looked at me with partially glazed eyes, confused for a moment at my presence then proceeded to launch into uncontrollable giggles and Larry handed me his pipe and said, "Want to get stoned?" The adrenaline rush I was feeling had my pulse pounding and my blood flowing, my body tensed for almost anything but what I had found. Combined with a sense of relief, I felt a sense of euphoria as though I were sky high on speed or coke. I flopped onto the side of the bed, took the pipe and inhaled the powerful and sweet herbaceous smoke, held it, exhaled, and inhaled again. My wife sat beside me to my left and took the pipe, inhaled, then passed it to Ron who had sat upon the side of the bed to her left. I had always found marijuana to be particularly sexually stimulating. Having already been thinking of sex, it was not long before I felt aroused beyond belief or control. To this day, I am unsure whether I had simply forgotten in my drugged condition that Larry was there, I did not care, or intended something to happen. If it was the latter, I was not disappointed. I placed my arm around my wife's waste and nuzzled her ear and the nape of her neck with my tongue. She placed her warm hand on my thigh and began to teasingly stroke my thigh, moving higher with each stroke. I turned my body to her and began to caress her body with my free right hand. I could feel her breathing quicken and when I reached her breast, her nipple was hard and erect. My wife's hand was grasping my manhood through my clothing. When I reached my hand between her legs I became aware again of Ron as I realized our two hands were seeking the same treasure between her thighs. I looked over and my wife's other hand was needing his crotch as she simultaneously kneaded mine. I whispered into her ear "Are you sure you want this to happen?" She answered me by speaking to us both, saying "Help me take these clothes off and then both of you take off yours. As if reading each others thoughts, Ron and I slowly and teasingly removed her clothing very slowly, stroking, caressing, and lightly tickling her body with our fingers and tongues. With all of her clothing removed, we moved about her sucking, licking, and probing her with our fingers and tongues, moving as if we had been choreographed, moving in almost perfect rhythm. Before long she was tearing at our clothes, so slowly, while one of us continued to work her into a fevered pitch, the other quickly undressed and moved to continue and escalate her arousal. I cannot tell you who did what or in what order. Ron and I became the perfect machine, working with a single mindless goal of bringing my loving wife to ecstasy and keeping her there for as long as she could stand. Our bodies, our hands, fingers, and tongues never stopped moving, our erections slowly caressing her, penetrating her, pounding her hard and fast, or slow and sweet. Once she reached her orgasm, we kept her there like boiling water on a stove, sometimes simmering, sometimes exploding in ecstasy. I could not tell you how many times any of us came, nor can I give you the move by move details of a sportscaster or pornographic writer. I can only tell you it was Perfect Lust consumed in a fire of perfect sex. The three of us joined together often over the next several years, in and about our home, on a nearby deserted beach, and in an idyllic forest glade alongside a gurgling stream. Neither Ron nor I ever felt cheated or slighted in any way, but our center and our focus was always on my beautiful and loving wife. I leave those stories for another time. Two into One I have realised from one or two comments from people reading my stories that I never revealed the hold my sister had over hubby, nor the fact that she is no longer living with us. So, feeling annoyed that hubby couldn't seem to get over his mental block over letting me keep him in chastity and faithful to me, even to the extent that he would never be allowed to wank, whilst I sleep with lots of hunky younger men, I decided to step things up. Basically, when all three of us were together I asked my sister straight out, to reveal how she was blackmailing hubby. She told me that she had walked into our bedroom, after I'd gone to work, thinking that hubby was already up and dressed. I think she actually knew full well that he was still in bed and listened at the door for the right moment to burst in. Anyway, what she discovered was hubby wanking. Not just wanking, but wanking into a pair of my knickers. Luckily she had her phone with her, what a coincidence, so she took some pics, then under the threat of showing me the pics, she insisted he carried on so she could shoot some video. She then showed me the pics and the video. I wasn't even a bit cross, I thought it was really sweet that he was using my worn knickers, it showed that he was thinking about me, not someone else, when he was wanking. Obviously my sister planned to get something on him, but I wonder to what extent he went along with it to be 'forced' into doing things which turned him on but he was a little bit afraid of doing. With that puzzle out of the way, I thought we could move forward, but then my sister got a job offer, and the next day I had to take her to the west country, to start the job. Hubby was away on business from Sunday to Tuesday evening, so my plans had to wait. All day Sunday was spent moving my sister to Somerset, nearly three hours away in a very loaded 4 x 4. When I finally got home I was exhausted, so I opened a bottle of Pinot Gringo, and poured myself a large glass, and drank it straight down. I drank the second glass a little more slowly. Here I have a little secret to share. The journey home was slow and boring, typical Sunday night, so when I stopped at the services for a much needed pee, I slipped my little lacy thong off completely, and held it bunched up in my hand as I came out of the toilets. I was wearing a flowery, flared summer skirt, that felt thin and insubstantial as I walked across the car park. Obviously no one knew that I had no knickers on, but I felt so turned on as guys smiled at me, as I walked past them. I smiled back, of course, and rated them on how much I wanted to fuck them. Just in my head, of course. Once I was back on the road, crawling along in a line of vehicles heading towards London, I slipped my left hand under my skirt and started to play with my pussy. At first I just stroked up and down my lips, enjoying the sensation, and the feeling of doing something secret and naughty. As I got more worked up I started to play with my clitoris, wishing I'd had the foresight to slip a vibrator into the car before we left home. I started to remember Paul fucking my arse, Paul fucking my pussy, Paul finger fucking me with my husband sitting right next to me holding my legs apart. That last image was the most erotic, and soon I was imagining my husband sitting watching Paul fuck me in his hotel room. I rubbed harder and faster and in seconds I was climaxing, and as I was bucking in my seat the traffic slowed to a stop, and I realised a truck driver was stopped facing in the other direction, and that he had a perfect view of my hand scrabbling between my legs. "Having fun love?" he called from his open window. "Yes I am!" I called back "Are you?" "Not as much as you!" And then the traffic started to move. I was so turned on by my encounter with the trucker, that I rammed my fingers straight back between my legs, and in fact I came twice more on the journey home. I had to stop once the traffic started going faster, but my play time certainly made the journey less tedious. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so, well into my second glass of Pinot, I picked up the phone and rang Paul's mobile. He doesn't like me ringing him when he's at home with his wife, but I wasn't going to risk wasting an evening. "Can you talk?" "Yes, for a few minutes, what is it?" "Hubby is away tomorrow night, are you free?" "I thought I might not hear from you again, after I gave you that little surprise." "You mean buggering me without my permission?" "Yes, that." "Well you are hearing from me." "That's good, but I'm afraid there's a problem with tomorrow" "Oh damn, aren't you at the hotel?" "I am at the hotel, but I'm having dinner down the road with a colleague." "Oh, that's a shame, I'm so horny." "That seems like a waste, why don't you join us, I'm sure Peter won't mind." "Ok, if you're sure he won't mind" "I'm sure he won't, but just in case, wear a dress and no knickers. We can let him know when we are having a drink before dinner." "But that will make him think that you're both going to fuck me." "Yes, it will, won't it. Meet us at 7:30 in the hotel lobby" "Gosh...ok...7:30 and no knickers." "Got to go...see you tomorrow." Monday morning I went off to work wondering what on earth I was thinking the night before when I let Paul talk me into having a threesome with him and a colleague I'd never even met. Paul on his own was a bit of a handful, but with two of them I would be completely out of control. By late afternoon, I still had butterflies in my stomach, but I was starting to get really excited. I slipped away a bit early, so I could have plenty of time for pampering, and really went to town with the preparation. I chose a fairly tight dress, with a supported bust, so I wouldn't need a bra. Obviously I wasn't allowed knickers, but at least the pencil shaped dress couldn't blow up in the wind. I spent so long making myself look gorgeous that I was nearly late and realised I hadn't phoned hubby. In the end he rang me as I was driving to the hotel, and I told him a bit of a fib, saying that I was having dinner with some of the girls from work. Since he wasn't yet locked up in a cage, I didn't want to get him all upset at me going out with no knickers on to have sex with two hunky guys. "Here's Sarah, Sarah this is Peter." "Hi Peter, it's nice to meet you." "And it's great to meet you Sarah, Paul didn't exaggerate, you look fantastic." "Thank you Peter, Paul didn't mention that you were an American." "Does that matter?" "Of course not." "Have you dressed as I instructed?" Paul went straight for the killer punch. "Yes, of course, no underwear at all in fact." "Wow! You sure are one sexy lady." Peter offered, looking into my eyes, but I suspect thinking about other parts of my body. Standing, inadequately dressed between these charming, attractive, successful men, I felt an incredible frisson of excitement. I knew that this was exactly how I wanted to live my life in future. I decided there and then that my husband would be in a permanent chastity cage within one month, and that like it or not he would have to come to terms with me cuckolding him on a regular basis. I had come to the conclusion that I loved sex too much to dedicate my whole sexual future to one man, and that, in fact, I needed to push the boundaries way beyond what my husband could accept were he free to choose. "So Sarah, what can I get you to drink?" "Paul, you know what I drink. Get a bottle of Moets please. Peter, will you drink some champagne with me? I know Paul prefers his malt whisky." "I'd love to help you with this first bottle Sarah. Do you always drink champagne?" "Well, my husband, being a bit of a cheapskate, often gives me Prosecco, but I prefer Moet. Have you been there, by the way? We had a private tour." "What, of Moet?" "Yes, of course, in Epernay" "No I haven't, but I would love to, perhaps you might consider going again with me?" "I might...we'll see." Paul arrived back from the bar with a bottle of Moet, two champagne flutes, and a large whisky for him. We toasted having a fun evening, and chatted about nothing important, until Paul put down his whisky glass. "I need to kiss you." "Well, if you need to, you better had. Peter, excuse me turning my back on you." "Oh, I don't mind that at all, I can admire your gorgeous ass" I turned to Paul and he started kissing me on the lips. It was a very sexy arousing experience, kissing another woman's husband in the middle of the hotel foyer. It got a whole lot sexier when Peter moved in close behind me and started kissing the back of my neck, while his arms wrapped around me and started caressing my breasts. My nipples got very hard, very fast, and I could feel a familiar warm, wet, tingly feeling between my legs. In a few moments the men started to get aroused, I could feel a bulge in front of me, pressing into my stomach, and another behind my back. We were also starting to attract attention. "That's enough for now boys, or we'll get thrown out." They moved reluctantly away from me, so we were just chatting again, but we were chatting about sex. "I've never had a threesome before, so you'll have to be a little patient with me." "I haven't either, but I'm really getting into the idea." Paul confessed "I've had a threesome with two girls," Peter added "They were hookers." "Shall we get going to the restaurant, there's no champagne left?" They each took an arm and we walked out into the evening sunshine. As we walked along the pavement towards the restaurant I smiled to myself, very happy to be with these two gorgeous men, who were both going to fuck me later. I decided that I would do threesomes often, but never with another girl. When we got to the gastro pub the bar area was packed with people waiting to get allocated a table. Even though we'd booked, we had to wait in the queue, as everyone had booked. Peter was despatched to get another bottle of champagne, and a whisky for Paul. "What do you think of him?" "He's nice, charming, good looking." "You're happy to have sex with him later?" "Definitely, I'm really looking forward to having both of you." "Good, we'll see if we can push your boundaries a bit." "Hmmnn...how exciting...I can't wait." Peter got back with the drinks and we edged forward in the crowd. It was getting more and more crowded and I found myself wedged between Paul and Peter. They both took advantage of the situation and started running their hands over me. Paul was in front and running his hand up and down over my pubic mound through my dress. Peter was exploring my ass, rubbing his hand up and down the crack, fondling my buttocks. Peter made some sort of signal to Paul with his free hand, which, of course, I couldn't see. Both the guys hands worked their ways down my legs to the hem of my dress, then I felt them moving back up, and I could feel that the hem was being pulled up as well. I panicked a bit, looking around me, but no-one else could really see anything, we were so closely packed. The hem was raised higher and higher. No-one said anything. Finally it was around my waist, and I felt a foot slide between my feet and lever my legs a little apart. Paul's hand pushed between my legs and his fingers, two I think, pushed past my pussy lips and into my vagina. As he had in the restaurant, he started flicking my clit with his thumb. Behind me Peter was enjoying my ass cheeks, and then I felt his finger pressing on the little rose bud of my bum, and soon he was inside and pushing right in, then in and out in a steady rhythm. I had to stop Paul, or I would cum. "Please stop playing with my sex bud, or I'll cum with all these people around" "I'm not going to stop until you've cum, so you'd best make it quick before the crowd moves" The feelings going through me were amazing, my clitoris was so engorged, Paul added another finger to make his thrusts even more wonderful, and Peter pushed a second finger into my ass, and was pumping in and out, and I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do about it. When I came, my legs went all wobbly, but the two hands were deep inside me and I didn't fall, but the extra pressure on my clit and the fingers rammed into my pussy and arse gave me the most incredible climax. I tried so hard to keep quiet by pushing my fist into my mouth, but I wasn't entirely successful. Several people turned to look at me. I was still climaxing when the people in front of us moved away to their table, and the guys whipped their hands out of my orifices, but didn't bother pulling my hem back down. The maitre'd who was gorgeous, and French, glanced down at my exposed pubes. "Vous etes tres jolie madam." I rapidly re-arranged my dress. "Merci beaucoup, vous etes gentil monsieur." "Bon, suivey moi." He showed us to a square table for four, and after seating us he removed the spare cutlery, handed us our menus then placed a napkin on each of our laps. As he placed my napkin down, he managed to hook a finger under the hem of my dress and slide the hem up my legs a little, and, as he settled my napkin, he slid his hand some way up the inside of my right leg. "Merci beaucoup." "C'etais ma plaisir, madame." We studied our menus, and then I remembered where the guy's fingers had been. "I think you boys should go and wash your hands before we eat, especially you Peter." "Good point, but let's order first." The boys ordered oysters, then steak, and since I also adore oysters, I ordered those as well, followed by lamb. "They say oysters taste like a woman's pussy, when she's aroused, do you guys agree?" "Oh, absolutely, no question at all." Paul replied. "I'll second that Sarah, although I haven't tasted you yet. Perhaps later I can compare you to the oysters?" "I look forward to offering you both a pussy tasting later. Now run along and wash those hands" The oysters were fantastic, washed down with the last of the champagne, then Paul ordered a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape which I hadn't had in ages. We were all getting very relaxed, and I didn't complain when I felt a hand on each knee from the gentlemen positioned either side of me. They pulled my legs far apart, forcing my dress up towards my pussy, and, to avoid tearing it, I lifted my bum a little off the seat, and both men pushed the hem of my dress right up to my waist. That left me sitting on my bare bum, with my legs splayed and only a napkin to cover my modesty. The maitre'd approached carrying our main courses, he placed the guy's steaks in front of them, then came round behind Peter to place mine in front of me. Just as he was placing the plate down, I felt my napkin whipped away. The guys were still holding my legs wide apart, and now one of them had my napkin. My sex was fully displayed to the charming Frenchman. "Ah Madame, you seem to have dropped your napkin" As he was saying this his hand slipped between my legs and started stroking my pussy lips. I cannot describe how excited I was. He was only stroking me for a few seconds, but it was pure joy. Sadly, he couldn't continue very long without attracting attention, so I was left with a very aroused clitoris, and my juices seeping onto the chair. "It would seem that two guys aren't enough for our sexy Sarah." Peter commented. "Please may I have my napkin back?" "No." they both said in unison. We started to eat our steaks, but the guys took turns to stroke my clit, so it took me forever to eat my meal. Eventually I was finished and we all agreed that we should get to the hotel and have some serious sex. When we got to the hotel room, I was excited, but also a little nervous, but the guys took charge and pulled my dress off, then they both stripped naked. What a pair of hunks they were, tanned, toned and well hung. Paul sat on the end of the double bed and asked me to suck him. As soon as I bent forward to take his hardening cock in my mouth, I felt Peter behind me, placing his rigid cock at the entrance to my vagina. He pushed confidently in, then started an in and out rhythm, as I settled in to giving Paul a blow job. "Come up here and climb on my cock." Paul instructed as he slid up the bed and lay on his back. Peter slipped out of my pussy, and I crawled up the bed and I lowered my sex onto Paul's rigid pole. Once fully impaled, I started to ride up and down on his shaft, really enjoying the sensations. Peter came up behind me, on his knees, and reaching round my body, started to caress my breasts, and tweak and pull my nipples. I could feel his still erect cock pressing against my back. Peter pushed forwards, so I had no choice but to lie forward onto Paul's torso, and as I did, Peter pulled my legs back towards himself. I was then lying full length on Paul, fully impaled on his rigid cock, so I started kissing him, but then I felt Peter's hard penis at the entrance to my arse. "Paul told me what a superb, tight, velvety ass you've got, so I just have to try it." Without further hesitation, he pushed forcefully into my rear passage. He was only partly in, as he started a rhythmic motion, causing me to slide up and down Paul's shaft. I felt so incredibly full, and completely out of control. These guys were strong and confident, and with both of them inside me, and me sandwiched between them I was theirs to use. We all got into a co-operative rhythm, driven by Peter in my ass, transmitted to me, powerless between my men, then onto Paul's cock. The feelings inside me were indescribable, the intensity of the feelings from Paul's cock in my vagina heightened by the pressure exerted from Peter filling my ass. I knew I was going to cum soon, I didn't have to do anything, or think up any fantasies, I just let them take me, use me, and I got closer and closer. As Peter got closer to his own climax, he increased the pace and the power of his thrusts, making me ride Paul's cock more vigorously, making me closer to orgasm, and also making Paul closer. We all three rode together to a massive mutual climax. I started to cum first, and the guys just rammed me up and down, like a sex doll they were shagging, and I just kept climaxing and climaxing. I felt Peter spurt in my arse, a hot jet deep in my bowels, and still I was riding my wonderful orgasm. I didn't know if it was lots of orgasms, or the same one going on and on. Then I felt Paul erupt inside me, and for a few moments we were all climaxing at the same time, then Peter collapsed on top of me, and Paul's squirts tapered off. Finally my orgasm wound down, but as we all lay exhausted, little aftershocks were still rippling through my vagina and clit. "Wow guys, that was amazing." "Yeah." "Your ass is sensational." "It's sore, and full of your cum." We all disentangled ourselves, and I slipped into the loo to wipe my pussy and bum. I didn't want to shower, as I hadn't got all my stuff, so I slipped on my dress and rejoined my lovers. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to love you and leave you guys. Thanks for a fantastic evening." "Thank you too, it was awesome, would you consider having a repeat match some time?" "Yes Peter, I would, get in touch when you are next in the uk. Also, if you want, we can have an evening with just the two of us?" "That would be lovely." "Paul, I'll ring you when hubby is out of town again. Love to your wife." "Ooh...cheap shot...ok...make it soon, I just love fucking you." "I enjoy you too...bye guys." And blowing them both a kiss I slipped out of the door. I never did discover who's room it was. Two Into One Do Go Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a lovely intelligent woman and her partner who it has been a privilege to get to know. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Julie sat quietly and calmly in a private booth watching the door of Lacey's Club. Half concealed in the shadows thrown by the dim light Julie reflected on the exchange of e-mails over the past months. When she had mentioned the forthcoming trip to New York the other two women had insisted she visited Lacey's. Unlike many places these days the private status meant the members could smoke, and although not a member Julie had been invited in as her name had been left on the guest list at the door. She was surprised at the difference shown to her by the hostess when she gave her name, and the knowing smile as she showed her to the booth in the back of the room. The smoke from Julie's Marlboro curled up into the lights and she calmly watched the couples at different tables. There wasn't a man in the place but Julie had known it was a lesbian club before she came and was very comfortable with it. She felt a little nervous perhaps but also excited and had dressed especially for the occasion. The short black leather dress was tight in all the right places and split wickedly up the front so that it was nearly at her crotch when she sat down. The door opened and Julie knew straight away it was the two she was waiting for. Cassie was the shorter of the two and her blonde hair framed her pretty face. She was wearing black cowgirl boots, tight black leather pants and a shearling coat. Vanessa was taller at almost six feet, with dark brunette hair. She was wearing black thigh-high platform boots and blue jeans. To guard against the cold, she was wearing a full-length leather trench coat. She reached into her coat pocket and took out a pack of More cigarettes and a lighter. She placed the sexy long brown cigarette between her lips and casually lit it. Her slim gloved fingers now wrapped around the cigarette as she pulled the smoke deep into her lungs. The warm smoke was soothing, and she exhaled slowly through her mouth and nose. Julie was hot with anticipation as she saw the two women moving towards her, but suddenly, her view was blocked by a figure looming in front of her. At first, she thought it was a man. Then she realized it was a bull dyke, dressed in a man's suit and fedora. "I'm Wanda," she said. "How about we go to the bathroom and I show you a good time." Julie was a little concerned by her situation as she would like to deal with matters quietly, but then she saw her two friends approach, and Vanessa tapped Wanda on her shoulder. As Wanda whirled around Vanessa snarled, " Wait your turn, bitch," With that Vanessa took a deep drag on her cigarette, and blew a mouthful of creamy smoke into Wanda's face. Julie wasn't really afraid, but surprised at how aroused she was getting to see the women fight over her. Wanda opened up her jacket to reveal a large knife. "Get lost, or I'll slice your nipples off," she threatened. Julie saw the knife and moved her hand instinctively to the small of her back and then cursed when she remembered that she was abroad and therefore not armed. Julie measured the distance between herself and Wanda and with a sinking feeling realised that starting from a sitting position was not ideal. Coiling her body like a spring Julie prepared herself mentally for the violent explosion when she saw Vanessa and Cassie smile at each other and opened their own coats. Both Julie and Wanda could see the gun in Vanessa's shoulder holster and the one in Cassie's hip holster. Wanda's mouth opened in terror as she started to back away. Vanessa smiled at Wanda. "Smart move cunt," she snarled. "It would be a shame to see what brains you have splattered all over the wall." Where Julie lived, even the police did not routinely carry guns and to her surprise, her nipples were hard in anticipation as she watched her new friends ready to kill to protect her. She felt safe and warm with these two caring for her. As Wanda skulked away to try her luck with another femme, Vanessa turned to Julie. "So you are Julie then" Vanessa purred as she held out her hand, "Cassie has told me a lot about you, and was wondering how much was true." Julie just smiled and moving slightly opened her long legs clad in black boots causing the split in the dress to open more. Vanessa's face split into a wide smile as she saw Julie was naked under her dress. "Hiya hun" Cassie said as she joined the table then smiled as well as she saw the view that Vanessa was getting. The two women slid in either side of Julie and ordered champagne from the waitress who had appeared. While they waited for the waitress to return, they engaged on small talk: how were you, flight, your hotel OK, etc. As they talked, Cassie and Vanessa looked at each other knowingly. They had anticipated this problem and would have to deal with it. Over the years, they had become addicted to BBC programs that were shown on cable TV. These ranged form adaptation of classic novels, to mysteries and comedies. But they all had one thing in common: they were unintelligible and the girls had to watch with closed-captioning subtitles. As Julie continued to describe her trip, they both thought the same thing: "Why the fuck can't these people speak proper English?" The waitress finally arrived with the Dom Perignon, uncorked the bottle, and poured for each of them. Julie saw the wistful look in the waitress's eyes, wishing she could join them, but knowing she couldn't. "So you sure you want this to happen?" Vanessa asked staring into Julie's blue eyes, resting her arm on Julie's shoulder. "Sure she does" Cassie smiled, "otherwise she wouldn't be sitting there all dressed up like a Christmas present in leather." As the two women began to share their day with each other, Julie relaxed and then felt a hand on either knee climbing slowly upwards. Julie simply opened her legs and allowed the exploration to continue and wondered what would happen when their fingers met which was pretty close to happening. As their fingers touched Cassie stopped talking and smiled broadly at Vanessa who smiled back. Then in unison both women pushed a finger each into Julie's body and she couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as they worked their way in. Julie's body stiffened as two of Vanessa's fingers penetrated her and found the little ridge that was so packed with very sensitive nerve endings, the G-spot. Meanwhile, Cassie's index finger adventured farther north, found Julie's hood, and then probed under it to find her hidden clit. Julie's back arched again as Cassie's finger found its target. Julie writhed under their touch as Vanessa stretched her pussy and massaged the ridge with the tips of her fingers, and Cassie twisted and tweaked at her clit. "What are you doing?" Julie moaned as a flood of lubricating fluid met Vanessa's fingers. "We're just checking your size and seeing if you're ready," Cassie teased. They pulled their fingers out from their guest's pussy. Looking seductively at Julie, they licked their wet fingers, and then dipped their cum-laden fingers in their champagne. As Cassie and Vanessa raised their glasses to toast her, Julie noticed her juices mixing with the bubbly liquid in their glasses. Cassie leant forward and whispered in Julie's left ear, "Our apartment is just round the corner." Vanessa whispered in the other ear, "The only question is who gets your ass and who gets your pussy." Giggling softly Julie purred, "You will just have to take turns won't you." It was a short walk back to their apartment block and soon the three of them were inside the well-appointed apartment. The view over New York's skyline was breathtaking and the two women smiled at Julie as Cassie said, "Make yourself at home, we just need to slip into something more comfortable," and with that they disappeared into the bedroom. Julie looked out the other window with its spectacular view of Central Park, covered in a fresh blanket of snow. Julie looked round and could tell from the quality that the two of them were clearly very successful. She was examining the books in the book case when she heard Vanessa say, "That's better, much more comfortable." Turning Julie saw that both of them had stripped off and were both wearing shiny black leather thigh-high boots with 6-inch spiked heels. Julie let out a gasp as she saw the sight of her new friends in their come-fuck-me boots. From the look of their closely cropped landing strips, Julie could see that Vanessa was a natural brunette, and Cassie a natural blond. Vanessa giggled as she saw that Julie's mouth was wide open. "On the floor, baby" she ordered Julie, " and get what's coming to you!" Julie lay down on the rug and spread her legs in anticipation as Cassie lit a cigarette and knelt down between her knees. She took a puff on her cigarette and then placed her mouth over Julie's pussy. Julie's body twitched as the warm smoke rolled over her pussy, and then gasped as Cassie's tongue started exploring her inner thigh. Vanessa leaned over Julie, and their lips locked. Vanessa opened her mouth and extended her tongue into Julie's inviting mouth. Their tongues met and Julie tried to match Vanessa thrust for thrust. Slowly and seductively, Cassie was moving up higher and higher, pushing up Julie's dress to gain better access. Her tongue now found Julie's labia, swollen in anticipation. With her two hands, Cassie spread Julie's lips, and waited for Vanessa. Vanessa took a swig of ice-cold vodka, and bent over and placed her mouth over Julie's right nipple. Julie screamed as Vanessa's ice-cold mouth encased her nipple and her tongue flicked at her nipple, which was already rock-hard. The scream was Cassie's signal, and as she plunged her tongue into Julie's pussy, Julie's body quivered involuntarily as the two girls worked on her, stimulating her erogenous zones with their fingers and tongues. They held her down tightly as she squirmed with each thrust, with each lick, with each kiss. As Vanessa continued to kiss Julie and fondle her breast, Cassie blew another mouthful of smoke into her pussy and started to manipulate her hood. "I can't take it, anymore! I'm going to explode!" Julie cried. "Fuck me now and fuck me hard," she pleaded. Cassie lifted her head up. "I thought you'd never ask, darling," she giggled. "We'll be back in one minute." Julie got to her knees, and was a little dizzy from the cigarette smoke and the alcohol, but mostly, it was from these two women who had taken charge of her like no one else ever had. Oh, she had been with women before, and she was usually the dominant one. Despite her experience, she had never been this out-of-control, never pleaded ---she had actually begged--for someone to fuck her. As she got to her knees, Vanessa and Cassie had come back with their gear. With a sly smile, Vanessa handed Julie another glass of champagne, then turned with her back to Cassie. She stepped into a strap-on harness, and then played with her own nipples as Cassie positioned it, tightened the straps and made sure it was snug and secure. Then they changed places, and Cassie now had hers in place. They stood there, confronting Julie and helped her to her feet. "You ready for the big ride?" Cassie teased. Julie nodded silently as she recalled how she had described to Cassie in graphic detail in various e-mails how she would like to be fucked by two women. Julie moved to strip and Cassie laughed as she said, "Oh no hun stay just as you are, thought it would be nice if that dress unlaced at the front." Julie undid the laced front allowing her breasts to spill free. Her nipples were still rock hard, and they giggled as they saw the hickey Vanessa had given her right breast. "I'll just be one minute darling," Cassie said as she lay on her back, her knees bent to expose her crotch and Julie saw that Vanessa was now lubricating a strap-on. On a closer look, she saw it was no ordinary one. The outer strap-on was 8 inches long and quite thick, and then she saw the inner dong and the remote. Vanessa handed the toy to Cassie who closed her eyes, and with a practiced feel, slipped the inner dong into her pussy. Cassie grunted as the dong found it's place inside her and she locked the strap-on into position on the harness. Vanessa moved behind Julie and holding her shoulders tightly, pushed her down on her knees in front of Cassie. "On your knees, bitch!" she commanded. "And take her deep!" For Julie, this was a dream come true, and she gabbed the shaft of Cassie's cock and started to lick it at a furious pace. Then, as Vanessa started fondling her from behind, she took Cassie's cock deep in her throat. After just a few minutes, it was more than Julie could take and with pleading eyes, she looked at Cassie. "I need you inside me! Please." Cassie laughed, and held the strapon upwards by the base. "Hop on hun" she purred. Julie had to pull the dress up over her hips to get her legs wide enough and straddled Cassie's body. Vanessa placed her arms around Julie to steady her and to get another feel of her tits. Julie's pussy was still soaked from the foreplay that had started in the bar and easing down teased her pussy lips on the head. Cassie reached up and holding Julie's hips pulled her down until she was fully impaled. A long sigh of pleasure escaped Julie's lips as she felt the strapon deep inside her and Cassie also moaned as Julie's pressure on the strap-on pushed the inner dong deep into her pussy and against her G-spot. For Cassie and Vanessa, this was one of their favourite sex toys; the better you fucked your partner, the better you fucked yourself. Cassie started to make gentle upwards movements of her hips as Julie pushed down to meet her thrusts. As she became wetter, Julie started to ride the strapon harder lifting up until it almost left her body then pushing down hard. And with each movement of the strapon, there was a corresponding thrust of the inner dong inside Cassie. Cassie and Julie were now synchronizing their thrusts Cassie heard a familiar moan and knew that Vanessa's dong and strapon were in place. Julie felt the orgasm begin to rise in her body and almost screamed in frustration when she felt a hand on her back stopping her movements. That was Cassie's cue and she put her arms around Julie's neck and pulled her towards her, and raised up her legs and wrapped her boots around Julie's midsection. Cassie was always amazed that these strapons were so firm and so flexible. When she had been with guys, any rapid change in position would make them lose it. Even at this angle, her strapon was still fitting snugly in Julie's pussy. Holding Julie firmly in place, Cassie now locked lips with her. As their tongues heatedly explored each other's mouths, Cassie felt Julie's body shudder as Vanessa applied the cold gel to her ass, "It's time baby," Vanessa murmured as she probed first one then two fingers into Julie's ass. Julie squirmed on Cassie's strapon as she felt the probing become deeper and more intense. Vanessa was making sure that Julie was being well stretched and lubricated before she plunged her cock deep into her. As Julie squirmed under Vanessa's touch, the strapon moved in and out of her pussy and the dong in and out of Cassie's. When Vanessa finished the lube job and pulled her fingers out, Julie's body tensed as she realized what was coming next. The head of the strapon felt tight against her ass and Julie breathed deeply to relax and as she did so the head slipped in. "Ahhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" Julie exclaimed. "Feels good don't it." Vanessa said softly as she pushed the strapon deeper and deeper into Julie's ass until it was fully home. This set off a chain of reactions. As the strapon penetrated deep in Julie's ass, Vanessa's inner dong was forced deep into her pussy. And as the forward pressure pushed Julie into taking Cassie's strap-on deeper into her pussy, Cassie's dong was forced into her, too. Julie was now trapped between the two women, with Cassie having wrapped her booted legs against Julie's middle and Vanessa straddling her ass and fucking it with her strapon. Satisfied that they were all positioned properly, Vanessa said, "OK let's ride." That was the signal for both of them to activate the battery pack switches. As the strapons began to vibrate in her pussy and asshole, Julie began to rock back and forth, as Cassie and Vanessa started to feel the buzzing in their own pussies, they joined Julie in a rhythmic back and forth motion, with each thrust setting off the chain reaction stimulation. With that Vanessa pulled back and Julie felt herself lift partially upwards before Vanessa firmly drove the strapon back into her ass forcing her down onto Cassie's strapon. "Oh my fucking god," Julie exclaimed as she felt herself being filled in both holes. Vanessa and Cassie began to fuck Julie in earnest and with each pull back Cassie pushed upwards and then inwards as Vanessa forced Julie back down. The movements became harder and more forceful as Julie relaxed more and more until at one point both strapons nearly left her body and then both plunged deep at the same time. That pushed Julie over the top and screaming loudly bucked and writhed as the two women kept up their steady fucking. Orgasm after orgasm burst in Julie's brain until she felt she would pass out from the pleasure. Now, Cassie and Vanessa started to feel their orgasms starting and Julie was confused as she had just had one of the best set of orgasms in her life and she was still being fucked and she felt that she was going to start up all over again. Cassie could feel her nipples becoming very hard and her pussy was now wet. Vanessa continued to lean forward applying constant pressure to Julie's rectum and Cassie moved her hips upward to propel her cock into Julie's pussy. Cassie began to moan as the dong rocked back and forth inside her pussy, and she now felt herself beginning to cum. Her pussy began to pulsate in increasingly powerful contractions. They seemed to be more potent, intense and longer than any she had experienced before. The intensity was incredibly overwhelming! "OOOOH MY GOD!" she screamed. "YES! YES! OOOOOHH YEEEEEEESSSS!" She writhed around in uncontrolled ecstasy, her pussy contracting and contracting in wave after mind-blowing wave of extreme pleasure. "OOOOOOOOH FUCK! OOOOH GOOOOOORD, YEEEES! YES, YEEEEEES!" Cassie continued to scream in ecstasy Meanwhile, Vanessa was starting to cum and was bucking her hips up and down, pounding Julie's rectum with abandon. As the first wave hit her, Vanessa's face was contorted in rapture as it consumed her totally. Each successively powerful contraction left her gasping and screaming in unrestrained exaltation, "ahh..ahhh..AHHHH..Yesss Yessssss.." As Vanessa's body contorted in ecstasy, she heard Cassie scream, " I'm coming again!" "Me, too," Julie moaned "That makes three," Vanessa thought to herself as he own orgasm burst again. As Vanessa and Cassie continued to thrust their cocks into Julie, and the dongs into themselves, their pussy muscles started contracting simultaneously. All three of them were writhing and screaming and cumming in unison. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEEEEEEES, YEEEEEEES!" Cassie screamed. "ahhh..ohhhh..AHHHHH Yeahhh oh Yeahhhh!" Julie moaned. "Fuck me like a whore!" Vanessa squealed as she started to cum again. Their pussies continued to explode. Spasm after spasm violently engulfed them as they fucked back and forth in rampant, unrestrained rapture. Two Into One Do Go "YEEEES! OOOOOOOOOOOH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!" Julie shrieked as she collapsed on top of Cassie in exhaustion. Eventually, the waves of pleasure began to subside. Vanessa slipped her strapon cock out of Julie's ass and pulled her off Cassie's strapon. . Cassie looked up at the two of them. "Oh, fucking Jesus Christ!" she moaned as she tried to stand, but was still a little shaky and collapsed back to lie next to Cassie and Vanessa. "That was fucking unbelievable! It was fucking out of this world!" The three women lay silently next to each other trying to regain their breath. Vanessa kissed Julie gently on the back of her neck as Cassie kissed Julie's face. Then Cassie whispered softly, "See two into one does go." Julie looked at the two of them and whimpered pleadingly, "I'm ready to go again." Vanessa looked at Cassie and smiled. They had found a new and wonderful fuck buddy.