0 comments/ 23182 views/ 2 favorites Come Together, Over Me By: Beaverhausen I almost didn't go to back to that small town where my past was waiting for me. I imagine now that if I hadn't faced my fears I would have missed one of the orgasm filled nights of my life. The recollection of it makes my stomach leap, my slit instantly soak itself ready for more and my nipples perk up as if being pinched. We had just graduated from high school when I ran away. I left the one stoplight town for the call of the city, leaving everything including my two best friends behind. Alex and Jack were complete opposites of each other. Alex was long and lean, very tall with a thick head of dark brown hair. Jack was a curly haired dark blonde who was athletic and still managed to tower over me by several inches. After 5 years, it was time to return. I sat back relaxing as the rest of the guests filled out of my homecoming party. It was a hot summer night and I couldn't wait for everyone to leave. Friends, family and several people I knew were simply gatecrashing had finally exited and left me peace. The pool twinkled as the light of the moon reflected off of it inviting me to slip my dress down and jump in letting the water encompass me. About 15 minutes of silence was interrupted by an all too familiar voice calling my name. I whirled around and saw over 6 feet of grown man standing in front of me. What was once a thin and tall boy was now a tall and solid mass of man. "Alex?" I questioned after being stunned at how much he had changed. "Yeah, it's me," he answered standing about 5 feet away from me. "Wow, you've changed. You're...big." "Well, at lot changes in 5 years Claire. You aren't the same either. You're...curvier. Regardless, it's good to see you," he said taking a tentative step forward. "Yes, really good," I agreed closing the distance and hugging him. His arms were like softballs, round and hard. As he wrapped his arms around me in an unrestrained hug I felt a tingle run through my skin. "Where is-" "Jack? He and I haven't spoken in about 2 years. We don't really get along too well anymore," Alex said interrupting my question. "Oh. Why not?" "I'd love to answer that Claire, but I think it speaks for itself," another familiar voice came out of nowhere. "Jack?" I said peering into the darkness as he emerged from the other side of the pool. Jack took several steps toward me and stopped. He too had grown up into a man. "I didn't realize you were going to be here," Jack looked directly at Alex with a venom filled glint in his eyes. "Of course you did," Alex answered. "Look I am just here to chat with her for a bit. If you can't handle that then fuck off. " "Oh, don't think for a minute I am leaving. I'm sure you'd love that." "What the hell happened to you too?" I interjected. "We all used to be friends." A silence followed from both of them. I could feel the hostility in the air. I placed myself between them and held my hands up separating them. I didn't want whatever it was that had torn them apart to turn into a fight that would only end in bloodshed. "Well, Claire. Things change, people change and respect changes," Alex finally offered. "I will explain when we are alone." "Who says you two are going to be alone?" Jack took another step forward. My eyes searched their faces for some kind of answer. My heart was beginning to beat with worry. I glanced at Jack then at Alex. His menacing sneer had turned into a devious smile. "Fine," Alex said stepping closer to me and taking my face in his hands he pressed his lips to mine. I was caught completely off guard and barely put up a fight as his lips slid against mine and his tongue slipped around mine. I was stunned, but intoxicated by his lips. I then felt another set of hands wrap around my waist and kiss the back of my neck. "Bring it on asshole. I'm not afraid of anything you got," Jack answered from behind me. Alex returned his lips to mine as Jack returned to kissing and gently biting my neck. I couldn't bring myself to fight the sudden turn in the situation. I felt myself relax and give in to whatever happened. Alex slipped the thin strap of my dress off my shoulder and reached into my dress and eased my tit out. His hands were warm as they rubbed and caressed it into attention. Just as I could feel myself tingle and my pussy lips start to swell Jack ran his hand up my thigh and trailed his fingertips on the outside of my lips teasing me open. He pushed himself to the back of me as his warm breath trailed over my bare shoulder and was mixed with licks, nibbles and bites. I could feel how hard he was, pressing himself against my back. I inhaled deeply and ran my hands down Alex's body. Pulling his shirt off, he pressed his etched body against me and let his hands wander to my ass. He grabbed two handfuls as he continued kiss me furiously. Jack followed suit and removed his shirt to rival Alex. His fingers traveled father farther into my pussy and teased clit in between sliding in and out of me. I felt myself starting to feel the burn and hunger of the start of a climax. I whimpered as Alex moved to running his tongue over my breasts and teasing my nipples. Letting out a small groan I felt myself become so wet I was probably dripping. Alex ripped the other strap holding my dress onto my body and let the material covering me fall to the ground. Again, I inhaled about to cum as Jack fingered me into submission. Alex's faced twisted into jealousy and he grabbed me, turned and then leaned back pulling us both into the pool. The cool water on my skin only added to the sensation tickling my clit closer to cumming. As we sank to the bottom of the pool, Alex pulled me closer on top of him and kissed me. Another muffled splash followed after a few seconds. We started to surface and Jack refused to be out done. As I took a deep breath of air and filled my lungs Jack pressed his lips to mine. Where Alex's lips were ample and moved with ease in tune to mine, Jack's were aggressive and hungry. Suddenly I felt my legs twist and move to Jack's side. I opened my eyes to see Alex's form under water moving me around like a pliable doll. Then the lower half of my body rose to the surface. Alex surfaced and gave me a sharp smile as he trailed his tongue along my thigh. Jack continued kissing me and relaxing as he held my head and back as I floated in a laying position. I too relaxed and felt fingers and lips traveling across my body. As Alex's lips finally kissed my swollen pussy my eyes popped open with delight. I felt his tongue slide slowly from my hungry hole across my lips and finally come to my clit where he wiggled it quickly by flicking his tongue back and forth. I clenched my nails into Jack's arms and made him inhale sharply. Jack took one of my hard nips between his teeth and gently teased and bit as Alexander held my pussy to his mouth diving into me with no amount of shyness. Finally I couldn't stop myself as they both made me explode. I leaned back as my pussy pulsated and shook with each wave of release. Alex didn't remove his mouth from me until my body went lightly limp for a moment. Seconds after cumming I was wanting more. Alex eating my pussy was just an appetizer. I could feel myself grasping at whatever was near. My hole was hungry and pulsing trying to bring a cock inside of it. "My turn," Jack said grabbing my thighs rubbing his long dick against my clit. "Oh, fuck. Please! Just thrust it inside me!" I begged. "No. This is punishment for leaving without a good bye four years ago," Jack said pulling my pussy to his mouth. Tracing little circles around my hardened clit he moved slowly down and stuck his finger in my pussy once again rubbing the little spot inside me that made me want to take a huge cock thrusting in and out of me. Alex smiled as he leaned in and then ran his lips across my neck tantalizing me further before sinking his teeth into my neck. Jack continued the oral teasing and pulled my cheeks apart to lick my ass. I moaned as Alex muffled me by pressing his lips to mine again. It was only seconds later another explosion quickly ripped through my body. It was equally as powerful, but gave no relief to the hunger I had for something inside me. Alex leaned to my ear and whispered, "Suffered enough?" "Yes! I am sorry. Please!" I begged. "Alright then," he said as he pushed my back against the wall of the pool. He and Jack continued to ignore each other and Jack watched as Alex grabbed my wrists and pushed them to the sides of my head above me with force. He pushed his mouth to mine and began slowly teasing my tongue with his and then it quickly grew into more passionate, slow indulgence. He relaxed his hands from my wrists and slid one arm behind me as he pulled himself to me. I could feel his dick sliding slowly past my pussy lips. I started breathing deeply as he looked me in the eyes. As my pussy hole tried to pull him in he kissed me again and then finally slid himself slowly into me. I let out a sigh of relief as he made that final push into me. As I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him even deeper into me, he released a quiet gasp and closed his eyes. For a second he just enjoyed being inside of me. I was filled with every inch of him and arched my back with pleasure of it. Slowly he began thrusting in and out of me. We breathed heavily together and as I came to the edge of cumming he reached down to rub my clit as I climaxed around his cock sliding in and out of me. I felt my pussy tightening around him and with each pulse I gave him he inhaled deeply and a quiet, deep rumbling moan let me know he was so close to cumming. I leaned forward and took his bottom lip between my teeth and then sucked on it before moving to his neck. I felt my legs tighten as he began to thrust his cock into me faster and faster. Panting, I arched my back as I felt another explosion spread from my pussy to the rest of my body and making my nipples hard. Alexander followed and I swear I could feel him shoot strings of pearly white cum into me. With each pulse of his dick I felt him shudder with pleasure. Years of pent up sexual tension began to unwind and the effects of it were inside of me, warm and slippery. "You are still hard?" I breathed as Alex was still inside of me. "Yes, very." "Wow," I whispered in astonishment. "No. I think she deserves me now," Jack said as he moved from his position as spectator... Come Together: Over Me That song wouldn't stop playing in my head as I drove towards Dave and Ann's house. Mojo fever, monkey fingers, hair down to his knees. Utter nonsense; although, "he's got to be good lookin', 'cause he's so hard to see," contained a modicum of truth. In my opinion, Dave and Ann are a very attractive couple. Which added to the mystery of why I had been asked to take part in a threesome. I'd had one, twenty years ago, in college, when my roommate and I had boffed a townie, but it had been a pretty tame event, compared to what one can now find in the world of porn. No DP's, no coming on her face. I screwed her, he screwed her, I screwed her, he screwed her. As I said, pretty tame. But we were young and inexperienced, and those were different times. Dave and Ann run a website design/hosting business out of their home. I-Joe-am divorced, have two kids in college, and represent Dave and Ann as their attorney. I'd set up their LLC, gotten them a zoning variance for a home business, and, most importantly, defended them in an obscenity charge. Several of the sites they host are XXX oriented, and the local DA, up for reelection, brought charges. Totally without merit; it was pure publicity. The judge threw it out in five minutes. The three of us celebrated a late lunch at a local bistro, with pasta and Chianti. Too much Chianti; I was ready to head back to my office for a nap. Ann changed all that. We were seated on a banquette, Dave on one side of his wife, me on the other. She leaned her head on my shoulder. Her hand slid beneath the table, lightly stroked my thigh. "Joe," she said, looking into my eyes, "That was magnificent, in court. You abso-fucking-lutely demolished that jerk. You need a thank-you kiss." Which I got. Sloppy, wet, tasting of the sunny Umbrian countryside. Eyes wide, I looked at Dave across her shoulder. He smirked. My legal mind swiftly reviewed the situation. Decision: something was up! When Ann finally disentangled from the embrace, Dave said, "Joe, you've got to realize that we spend hours and hours a day, looking at that stuff. We can only take so much, then it's time for a sex break. But, after nearly a year, we've pretty well exhausted the possibilities, with just the two of us. Since you are unattached, we thought it might be fun if you helped us explore the menage a trois." I should say here that Dave and Ann are in their early thirties, have two kids in elementary school, and, from all outward appearances, are a typical suburban couple. After practicing law for fifteen years, I know all too well that outward appearances mean nothing. We all have secrets, secrets which all too frequently are only exposed when a lawyer becomes involved. My divorce is a good example. Ann is a redhead, with green eyes, and creamy skin, sprinkled with freckles. There's definitely a body beneath the loose dress she is wearing, but it's more of a hint than a statement. Dave was a jock in college, and still spends enough time in the gym and on the jogging trail to keep fit. They could both stand to lose a few pounds, but then, who couldn't? "It's an intriguing proposal," I answered. "What are the ground rules?" "None," she said, obviously the leader. "We'll make it up as we go along. Obviously, we have some ideas, some desires, from all the stuff we've seen. But no one is forcing anything on anybody. Dave and I want to take a trip to a new place, see the sights. You game?" Her hand still rested on my thigh, and I was afraid I was about to send my suit to the cleaners. "Game," I said. So here I am, a few minutes past noon, driving to Dave and Ann's; obviously we have to do this while their children are at school. Ann greets me at the door, pecks my cheek. She is wearing an XL sweatshirt with DUKE spelled out across the front. One of Dave's; it hangs nearly to her knees. Her feet are bare. She leads me into the living room. A clean sheet is draped across the sofa, another one is on the floor. My heart skips a beat. Used to looking at pornography all day, this couple proceeds at warp speed. Dave enters from the kitchen. Also barefoot, he is dressed in a T shirt and sweat pants. I suspect they are both naked underneath. "Joe," he says, "How 'bout a burger and a beer?" Yes; anything that allows me to regain control of myself. He and I sit at the kitchen table while Ann flips patties on the stove. "I put together a little five minute montage, showing the various permutations and possibilities of a three way. We'll watch it on the TV, after we eat." Which we do. Ann snuggles between us on the sofa, Dave works the remote. I've rented videos a time or two, experimented with a couple of kinks (which probably contributed to my divorce), but what I see in those few brief minutes. . .black on blonde, double anal, deep throat, something called Bukkake. I am attracted and repelled. Ann rises, pulls me to my feet. Unbuttons and removes my shirt. Unties my shoes, peels off my socks. Works my belt, my zipper, reduces me to T shirt and shorts. Shorts that do little to disguise the state I am in. "OOH, Davie! Looky-look. Hidden treasure!" She sits, pats the cushion beside her. Puts her tongue in my mouth. I slip my hand under the sweat shirt. Naked, as I had thought. Big, soft breasts, big, hard nipples. The product of nursing two babies. I fiddle with them as we kiss, then let my hand explore beneath the warm fleece. Belly button, belly, mons, furry bush. Moist cave. My treasure, your cave. Later, later. Her hand, in turn, has wormed its way into my shorts. Measures, squeezes, chokes, strokes. She breaks the kiss, turns to her husband. "He's thicker than you," she gasps. "Prove it," he answers, rising, peeling off his shirt, tugging the drawstring of his pants. he's semi-erect, still pointing more at the floor than the ceiling. Big sack, a long penis. But; she's right: I AM definitely wider. Males are so competitive! An old girlfriend once told me that diameter was everything. But, then, she was trying to persuade me to take her to Hawaii for a week. Ann crosses her arms and grabs the hem of the sweatshirt, strips it off above her head. Her rising breasts are lovely; full, pendulous. Long, pink nipples and a network of blue veins beneath the pale skin. Dave and I each suck one into our mouths. Our hands meet at her pussy. I've done this a thousand times, but never with another man competing for real estate! It is a strange sensation; soft, moist folds and fissures, hard, probing fingers that are not mine. She manages to get her arms down past our busy mouths, our torsos, and finds our (mine, anyway) cocks. Lips still locked on a nipple, I glance down, see that she is indeed stroking her husband. She humps my-our-hand. "I need," she pants, "I need my first suck and fuck!" She releases us; Dave and I stand. "Well, Darling," he asks, "Who-what-where?" She rises, looks at me, her husband. Hands on her wide hips, she eyes our equipment, judging. "Joe, lie on the floor. I'll get on top, suck you. Dave, do me doggie." She kneels over me, lowers her mouth to my cock, begins to slowly lick up and down its length, then sucks in the head. I wish I could watch. Although, to be honest, the view from down here is not all that bad! I study her cunt from a distance of six inches, as my hands rove up and down her back, her shoulders, her soft buttocks. "Raise you hips," Dave says. "I need more angle." He's pretty tall, a bit over six feet. His knees appear on either side of my head. He guides his cock into her without ceremony; in a single stroke he sinks his shaft deep within her. She then takes me in. She tilts her chin toward my feet, back, then sideways; handles my cock like a stick shift going up through the gears. At least a five speed. Her lips worry the base of my root as her busy tongue plays with the head. In the dim cavern beneath her, I watch him slide in and out. Her labia become engorged, flush pink. A drop of her dew falls on my nose, slides down my nostril, heads for the corner of my mouth. My tongue snakes out, captures it. Salty. I take a deep breath, inhale her scent. "I'm close, guys! Come on, come on; join me," she mumbles around my hardness. Her hands go between my legs, spread them. I feel a finger join my cock in her mouth. The damp finger circles my back door. "Play with my ass, Joe. Fuck me faster, harder, Babe!" My fingers play a light tune on her pink star, and it responds. Dave grasps her hips and increases the pace. Her slim finger enters me and I explode; again and again and again, I empty into her mouth. She mumbles something, sucks, swallows. Spits me out, but continues to yank my shaft. "God! YES! YES! YES." She pushes back against her husband, and he locks her there with his hands. From below I can see his balls swing as he shoots into her. I work my hand between us, find and strum her clit. She arches her back, grinds against me. When he finally slips free, flaccid, a flood of their fluids spills out, runs down her thighs, drips onto my face. Trapped, I have little choice but to endure the moment. I steal a sample. Hot sauce. I've tasted women, tasted myself, but: the combination is damned erotic; A sensation I will not mention, at least for now. A trip to a new place, indeed. Ann rolls off me, Dave helps her to stand. I rise to my knees, my face level with her crotch. Her face is wet with my semen. "Taste Joe, Dave," she whispers, and pulls his mouth against hers. After a long, tongue swapping kiss, she breaks, spreads her legs a bit, and looks down at me. "Joe. You want a taste of Dave?" I laugh, say, "I already have!" Dave gets a couple of cold beers for us, and a soda for Ann. We use the sheet from the floor to clean ourselves up. After a moment Ann says, "This is icky. All this sweat and juice. Let's grab a shower." A place of more inventive high jinx; all slippery and soapy. Fingers everywhere. Dave and I are soon hard again; he wants to try it in the shower. What looks like fun on film, in reality is anything but. There's not enough room for three, and our feet keep slipping on the wet floor. Dripping, laughing, arms linked in a zany Texas Two Step, the Three Musketeers return to the sofa. What I thought was a simple piece of furniture turns out to be a high tech recliner, with more adjustments and positions that a seat on the space shuttle. "Sometimes," Ann says, reconfiguring the couch, "Dave and I like to role play. Me the top, him submissive. Me the waif, him the rough stranger. That sort of fiction." The arms and back of the sofa now have various interesting positive and negative angles, angles that suggest a multitude of erotic positionings to an inventive mind. "Today I'm the slutty wife, needing lots of crazy sex. Dave is my dominating husband; he tells me what to wear, how to cook. I need his permission to shop for lingerie." Ann drapes her naked form against the tilted back of the sofa, throws a leg up on the arm. I think of that portrait "The Naked Maja." Her breasts fall off on either side of her chest, her red bush is still moist from the shower. My cock jumps. "You can do anything you want, with me, Joe. But first you have to ask Dave's permission. Can you play that role?" "Sure; I think I know what you want." I turn to her husband. "Dave, she's lovely, spread there on the sofa, so wanton, so inviting. May I kiss your wife?" "Yes, of course. French her, crush her lips. Use your teeth." Ann smiles at me as I approach. "Oh, one more thing, Joe," she says. "Dave likes to watch." I interpret this as a need to pay attention to angles. Play to the camera, even though (thank heavens!) there is not one present. I approach from the side, giving him a full view of her body, and take her head between my hands, press my lips against hers. Her mouth opens, as does mine. I suck her tongue, nibble her lips. My hand slides down to her breast. She slaps it away, breaks the kiss. "Permission!" she snaps. This could get annoying. "Dave, can I play with your woman's breasts? Can I fondle her tits, pinch her nipples?" The game of chess is won by seeing moves ahead. I add, "Can I suck on them?" "Yes, yes, all that. And, be rough! She's needs to know her place." "I can see that," I answer. "She's a bad girl, isn't she? So sexy, here in front of you. Naked, letting me do all this, while you watch." I pull her leg off the sofa's arm, spread them, kneel between them, my chest against her crotch. I squeeze her breasts, hard enough to make them firm beneath my grasp, then pinch her erect nipples, pull her breasts to each side as far as they will go. Lean into her, push my tongue once again deep into her mouth. She raises her groin, rubs it against my chest. I break the kiss, slide down, roll her breasts together, nipple touching nipple. I suck both into my mouth; my tongue circles them, teases them. I bite. She squeals. Time for more 'Mother May I'. "Dave, this little bitch is hot! May I tongue her wet cunt? Put my fingers in her?" He's standing closer now, stroking himself. "Yes, do that. Try to make her come!" I lift her legs from the floor, put an ankle on either arm of the sofa. She is spread at nearly 180 degrees. I bury my face in her cunt, search the silky red maze for the grail. She tastes of salty womanhood. I work my thumb into her, beneath my tongue. She bucks against me, floods for a second time that afternoon. Grabs my hair, crushes me against her pussy. I struggle to breathe. Released, I sit back on the floor. My hardon throbs; I need the second coming now! "Dave! Can I fuck her? Can I stick my thick cock up her sloppy cunt? I need to shoot inside her. Can I do that? Dave?" Permission or not, it's gonna happen! "Fuck her, Joe! Fuck her good. Slam her, stretch her, make her moan, make her yell." I do all that, and more. "Hook your hands behind your knees," I order. "Pull your legs up as far as you can. I want you opened up, I want to go in deep!" She's wet, she's warm, she's eager. I kneel, plunge in, ram. It's been twenty minutes of launch prep. Now it's twenty seconds to lift off. And counting. "Talk to me, you slut! Make me come!" "Oh, God, Joe, I'm so hot! Your big cock feels so good. It's the biggest thing I've ever hand in my steamy cunt. Yes! Slam me! Oh, Joe, I need it bad, stretch me, hurt me, shoot me full! AH AH AH! I'm gonna explode!" And so she does, for a third time, and so do I, and, I suddenly realize, as a jet of semen splashes across her breasts, so does Dave. Her husband cleans her breasts with his mouth, feeds it to her with his tongue. I lie sideways on the floor, head propped up on my hand. My turn to watch. They snuggle, cuddle, caress, whisper. "Babe," she says, louder, "get my shoes." Dave leaves the room, returns a moment later, with a shoe box. This is a very kinky couple. "Joe," he asks, "You ready to go again? Can you come a third time?" I chuckle. "Sure. In about a week!" "I know what you mean. I'm going to be down for a while, too. Half hour, at least." At his age, I could probably match him. Now. . .I don't know. Of course, with my wife, there had never been an opportunity for a third inning. Hell, there had been very few second tries! However, I am not about to make that sort of confession, get sent home with a poor report card. I want to stick around, see what is next. What's next is the shoe box. "Ann can be insatiable, and when I can't get it up to join her, she's got her toys." Dave lifts the lid, shows me a box full dildos, vibrators, and other things I'd never encountered in my sheltered life. "Sometimes I just watch, sometimes I help. Which can be quite a turn-on. Today, she wants me to watch, to guide, as you do the work. I know what she wants, needs, so I'll tell you what to do. Watching you do it will be a turn on for me, too!" He spreads a clean towel on the carpet, and empties the box. I look at Ann seated above me; legs spread, arms draped across the back of the sofa. She winks, touches her upper teeth with her tongue. "The purple vibrator. Put it in, don't turn it on." Six inches long, an inch in diameter. Smooth steel. Takes a pair of double AA batteries, I guess. I slip it home. "Turn over, Darling. We need access." She stands, turns, kneels on the cushion; head down, she peeks back at us from between her breasts. "Blue, Joe. In her ass." Blue is a twin of purple. I assume that it, too, is to remain silent. For now. Dave has said nothing about lubrication. I take pity; stick it in my mouth, before pushing it past her sphincter. An inch of pale flesh separates the two devices. "Nipple clips." I search the toys on the towel, pick up two springy things that resemble clothespins. "No, those are for the labia. The bigger ones are for nipples." I need to get a copy of Kinks for Dummies. They are heavy, and when I pinch them onto Ann's nipples she says, "OW!" I quickly remove them. "No, it's O.K., she groans. "Supposed to sting, a little. Put 'em back!" I do, notice that they pull her nipples, her breasts, down. She rocks, they sway. "More," she whispers. "Turn on her ass," Dave says, and I obey. The vibrator makes a slight hum. So does Ann. "Remove the purple, put Big Red in about halfway." Big Red is a ten inch long and two inch thick rubber dildo. Highly realistic, if you happened to be color blind. She is still well oiled with my semen, and it slides to the midway point with little resistance. The space between the front and back doors shrinks to half an inch. Dave moves closer. "Lube her good with the yellow tube, then try to get Darth Vader in." Yellow tube is no problem, and I quickly have her backside glistening with the sheen of some very slippery stuff. Darth Vader takes a bit more thought. I guess it is the shiny, black plastic thing, with a head the size of a doorknob. I look at Dave. "You want me to-" He nods. "Go slow, take your time. It'll fit. Right, Darling?" A small voice, muffled by the cushions, says, "uh huh." I rub the thing up and down, across her ass. Squeeze a bit more goo onto it, grease it with my fingers. Push it against her hole. Push again, harder. Break a sweat. No way! Gonna kill this poor woman. Ann grunts, pushes back. Expands, engulfs the head, contracts around it. The space between her holes has disappeared. "See Saw," Dave commands. That I figure out quick enough. In and out, in and out. Oh, yeah!" Ann howls. "I LIKE that! Faster, deeper! More more more more!" "Joe, quick! Turn on purple, stick it up her cunt, in front of Big Red. Buzz her clit." What turns out to be the final insertion takes some effort; she is fully packed and gyrating like a banshee. As I push the two dildos in, she thrusts back, impaling herself, until there is little left for me to grip. She comes and comes and comes. Slumps forward onto the sofa, moans, wails. Dave pushes me aside, tenderly removes Darth, then Red. Purple has disappeared. His fingers search, find it, withdraws it, turns it off. My cock is hard as a rock. How fast that week has passed! Dave, too, is at full attention. "Annie, honey, sweetie, poopsie poo. . .?" She stands on wobbly legs, takes a tentative step. "Gotta pee, drink some water." She looks at our erections, smiles. "Don't worry, guys, I think I got one left." God, I hope so! If not, Dave's in for a bit of trouble. . . "She'll be a while, cleaning up," Dave says. "Let's grab a beer." Two guys, early and middle middle age, sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer on a weekday afternoon. Totally naked. Typical suburban scene. Come to think of it, it probably is, and I laugh. "What?" he asks, and I tell him. "Yeah. We host one site that has a chat room, and you won't believe. . ." "I have to tell you, Dave, it was pretty tense there for a moment, when I was trying to get that big black thing-" Come Together: Over Me "I know. She's taken that one before, anally, but never with anything in the front door. I wouldn't have suggested it, only she told me she wanted to try." He lowers his voice. "Ann really likes anal; a lot of times she'll wear a little butt plug, when we are having regular sex." 'Regular sex'. I wonder what that means! Ann enters the kitchen, modestly wrapped in a shorty robe. She opens the fridge, bends to the bottom shelf for a can of soda. The robe rides up, and she wiggles her hips. My cock throbs as I gaze at her rosy exit, snug again, even after the recent intrusion. I idly wonder. . . Ann pops the top and takes a long drink. I watch her throat muscles as she swallows. She sits sideways on her husband's lap, drapes an arm around his shoulder, tongues his mouth. Whispers in his ear. Dave hesitates a moment, then says, "Yes, Darling, if you're sure. It's O.K. with me." Ann stands, turns to me. "Joe, Dave's the only one who's ever fucked my ass. That double dildo scene was a trip to the moon, but I need to try the real thing. I know a lot of guys are turned off by anal sex, so if you don't want to do it, I understand." She wraps her arms round me, holds me tight. Looks into my eyes. "Joe? Fuck my ass? While Dave does my cunt?" I wonder if she can feel my heart, beating against her breasts. I know she can feel my cock. I can't speak. So I nod. Yes yes yes yes yes. Dave sits on the sofa, hips at the edge. Ann straddles him, lowers herself, reaches back, and guides him in. Leans forward, kisses him. Brings her lower legs back, locks her feet inside his knees. Her husband is deep within her. He begins to slowly thrust. "Joe?" Her voice is high, quick, a little frightened. "Lots of lube, please; I'm kinda sore." Dave spreads her cheeks with his hands, and I squeeze the remainder of the tube onto her. Work some in with a finger. Or two. Grease myself, take a step forward, between her husband's legs. "Ready?" I ask. "Uh huh. Go slow." My cock is purple, so engorged with blood, I feel light headed. I put both thumbs against the base, bend it down to the proper angle. Press it against her. "Push!" she moans. And I am in! Impossibly tight; bordering on painful. I ease it in an inch, and she stretches to accept me. I can feel Dave sliding in and out, across the Great Divide. I venture deeper. Watch it disappear; I am not sure which is the bigger turn-on, sight or sensation. "Won't break, Joe," Ann says softly, pulling her mouth from Dave's. Her voice is husky. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" She's sandwiched between us, immobile. Dave and I make up for it; pump, saw, thrust, ram . . . where's the goddamn thesaurus when I need it! Dave is pistoning, tach at the red line. I use long, languid strokes; withdraw, withdraw, withdraw, slowly, slowly, slowly, feels sooooo goooood. . . Lean forward, plunge, plunge, plunge. Bottom out. Black Hole. Event Horizon. My cock pulses. Pulsar. Super Nova. I hear a ringing in my ears. I pull back, ram forward, bury myself into this incredible woman. Explode. The Big Bang. I feel her vaginal walls clench Dave's cock; he cries a long, long, "AHHHHHHH!" With a dying Doppler at the end. Again, Ann arches her back, pants, wails, collapses against her husband. She sobs into his chest; weeps. Over and over, the words softly cascade from her lips. "Oh, Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave. . . " I quietly withdraw from her spent body. Head for the bathroom, leave them to share this moment, alone. A week later, the phone rings. One man show, I pick up. "Law office," I say. "Joe? It's Ann."