0 comments/ 13724 views/ 8 favorites Decisions Decisions Ch. 01 By: TexRiffraff (Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody is worried about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions. Special thanks to Jashet Hon and Candace. Their observations and suggestions made this a better story. All persons involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.) : : : : : It was time. I knew that. The only thing was, I couldn't decide. Chad. Jeremy. Me. Chad and Mandy -- sounded good. Jeremy and Mandy -- also sounded good. I'm Amanda, Mandy for short. I'm medium: medium height (5' 7), medium build (size 8 -- my friends tell me that's slender, not medium, but it feels medium to me), medium blonde hair (some call it honey blonde), and medium breasts (34C -- again, my friends say that's more than medium). There are two ways I'm not medium: lifestyle -- I do things my own way when it suits me; and social -- I'm outgoing, friendly, and confident. I meet new people easily -- they're never strangers for long, and although I'm not a "party girl" when what that really means is "slut," I do like to have fun. I'm an accountant. Yes, that means I'm good at math. When I graduated, everyone told me I should work for a large firm for a few years to "learn the ropes," but I chose to go straight into business for myself. At first I worked out of my apartment, doing taxes and investments for friends and family. I must have done okay, because they referred others, including a couple of businesses which were too small to have an accountant on staff. Before long, I had the cash flow to rent a small storefront office near downtown. Two years later, I'm still an office of one, but at the rate I'm growing, I'll hire an assistant soon. I'd been seeing Chad for almost two years. I'd been seeing Jeremy for over a year. I'm not a serial dater, or a user/abuser of man-toys, I just happened to be dating Chad, regularly but not exclusively -- by mutual agreement by the way. Then I met Jeremy, who I also ended up dating regularly but not exclusively, also a joint decision. I hadn't told either one of them about the other, but I never lied -- I never claimed I wasn't seeing anyone else. Recently, I began facing the fact that I was nearer age 30 than 20. I wasn't exactly feeling the need to "settle down," but juggling two guys was getting old. It was time to commit to one of them. The problem was, I didn't have a clue which one. Chad was my bohemian. Art museums, jazz fests, bed and breakfasts with turn-of-the-last-century rippled glass. He was tall and slender, sandy hair, clean shaven, and drove a two-seater from the 1950s. He dabbled in slam poetry, which is not my favorite expressive medium, but I found what he wrote very compelling. When he presented, whether it was his writing or interpreting someone else's, he had an undeniable charisma. Jeremy was my nature boy. Hiking at sunset, bungalows on the beach, cabins in the mountains. He wasn't quite as tall as Chad, and a little "sturdier," but very fit. He had dark brown hair and a full beard. He drove a recent but paid-for SUV, which he had modified for camping. It comfortably slept two, and could conquer steep, rocky trails, but was also smooth on the highway. He owned a nice acoustic guitar, which he was shy about playing, but he was actually quite good. Chad. Jeremy. They each satisfied deep needs. I loved them both. : : : : : The weekend had been a good one, so far. Monday was Labor Day, so we had an extra day off. Neither couple, Jeremy and I nor Chad and I, went out of town. Friday night, Chad and I went to a play, which I'm pretty sure was supposed to be a comedy. We laughed non-stop, unfortunately AT the production as much as with it. Afterwards we met some of his friends at a wine bar. Chad and I define sexual compatibility. We love to kiss. There is something organically electric about how his mouth feels against mine. I have no idea what he does that makes me feel so wonderful, but the way his lips melt onto mine is always a fantastic way to get things started. We also love oral. Most guys I've been with, they might start with a little oral, but it's clearly a chore -- they show no enthusiasm for it. I guess there's some sort of Guy Manual they all read as teenagers, "you have to lick her yucky pussy, or she won't blow you." Chad is different. He loves oral. He loves to receive -- what guy doesn't? -- but he also loves to give. LOVES to give. He was the first guy who ever took me all the way to orgasm on his face. He has an intuitive way with my pussy -- I think he knows my anatomy down there better than I do. Most of all, though, we love to fuck. He's my Marathon Man. With Chad, I can take my time, relish every nuance, and never have to worry that he'll run out of gas before I'm done. Usually we settle into missionary, cowgirl, or doggie, and simply pound each other into submission. No need to change position, or do much in the way of speeding up. Before I met him, that would have sounded tedious, but we fit together so deliciously, our coupling doesn't need any embellishment. I just relax and indulge in the sensuality of that age-old rhythm. After the wine bar, we retired to his place. From the moment we entered his apartment, he began peeling our clothes off, one item at a time. He dropped them on the floor, leaving them in a trail from the door to the bedroom. As he stripped me, he kissed wherever he had just uncovered: my shoulders, my legs, my back, my tummy, then an extra-long time on my breasts. When we reached the bed, he shoved me onto my back, pulling my panties off as I fell, and dived into my pussy. He ate me right up to the threshold of orgasm, then flipped me over, pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, and plugged into me from behind. He had me in a heavenly zone, every stroke an electric delight, and I could have cruised at that blissful plateau all night. Eventually, I exploded into a shattering orgasm, and he came with me. It was a typical evening with him. I loved it. I loved him. Saturday night, Jeremy and I went to a party at his friends' lake house, ninety minutes from town. They grilled chicken and veggies, and ten or twelve of us ended up around a campfire at the water's edge, telling scary, sexy stories. Jeremy told a particularly hot one about earth being invaded by aliens. The invaders took the physical form of Swedish bikini models, and mastered two earth arts: stripping and giving blow jobs -- it seemed the only substance on our planet they could use to recharge their weapons was semen. Earth didn't stand a chance... Jeremy and I embody sexual compatibility. We love to kiss. With us, it's as much about tongues as it is lips. The way he massages my tongue with his is just magic, making me tingle all the way down to my toes. By the time we move on from kissing to other things, I'm already well on my way to heaven. We also love oral. Although he has a different way with my pussy than Chad does, it's equally effective -- he can curl my toes and launch me into orbit at will. His tongue and my clit have become the closest of friends. Most of all, though, we love to fuck. He is Mr. Variety. With Jeremy, I never have to worry that sex will become routine -- he always has something unexpected, but satisfying, up his sleeve. Or, up my pussy, I'm just sayin'. When the storytelling ended and the campfire burned out, we retired to his truck. It was late, and a comfortable cool breeze blew off the lake, so we decided not to drive home until morning. He rearranged a few things in the truck to configure it for sleeping, and we sat on the tailgate, admiring an incredibly clear view of the Milky Way. We fell into a lengthy kiss, and somewhere in the middle of it our clothes melted away. He kissed down my body -- my neck, my nipples, my belly button, my upper thighs, then his tongue found my pussy. His touch was so delicate, and he was so attuned to my tiniest response, before long I was ready to cum. I wanted him inside me, so I pulled him up and over. We started with a variation of missionary he calls "Victory," where I hold my legs straight up in the air, spread at a 45 degree angle. Then he led us through an unusual number of positions, even for him: a version of doggie he calls "the turtle," cowgirl, on our sides face-to-face straddling each other's thighs, standing with me bent over the tailgate, pile driver, and reverse cowgirl. With each successive position, my pussy radiated more and more warm bliss through my body. We ended with me on my back, my ankles crossed on his shoulder, his knees pulled up like a frog, his thighs cradling my ass. His cock filled my pussy so deliciously, so perfectly, I just soared on the sweet sensation. When he came, the pulsing of his cock launched me into a ferocious orgasm. It was a typical evening with him. I loved it. I loved him. : : : : : Then came Sunday afternoon. In a few hours, everything would change. I don't usually get nervous socially, but I had a huge case of jitters -- I had no idea how things were going to turn out. I invited both Chad and Jeremy over for dinner at 7:00. I didn't really want them to arrive together, but Chad always ran about fifteen minutes late, and Jeremy was usually only around five minutes late, so I felt safe that they'd arrive separately. My plan was, I'd ply them with liquor, then lay it out: I've been seeing you both, I love you both, but I need to simplify. At that point, I figured one of them would get mad and storm out, and the other one and I would live happily ever after. Their actions would make my decision for me, and I'd be rid of whichever guy was quicker to lose his temper at my imperfections. "The winner" and I could then spend our Monday day off together. That plan seemed brilliant just a few days ago. Now, when they were due to arrive in less than an hour, I realized it was the lamest, shallowest thing I'd ever thought of. It was terrible and I knew it, but it was all I had. Besides, it was too late to come up with anything else. : : : : : My house is a 1920's craftsman, single story, with a deep covered porch across the front. I rent it, but next year I'll have an option to buy. It has solid oak trim and floors, originally stained a mid-tone honey gold, but over the years it has acquired a rich, dark patina. It's pretty solid, I probably will buy it. It has three bedrooms, which I have configured as my bedroom, a home office, and a combination storage and guest room. My first clue that things weren't going to go as planned was when Chad arrived promptly at 7:00. I hadn't even gotten him seated when the doorbell chimed again -- Jeremy was also early. He entered and stood face to face with Chad. In my mind, I had introduced them to each other hundreds of times, but now that it was actually time to say the words, I got flustered and froze -- talk about the worst possible moment! Obviously I should have said something, but I was tongue-tied. Chad broke the awkward silence by saying, "I'm Chad, nice to meet you." The words may have been outwardly friendly, but they were spoken without any warmth, and a cold, steely facial expression. They stiffly shook hands and Jeremy said, equally stand-off-ish, "Jeremy. Likewise." The silence was deafening. They took a step back from each other, and looked to me to break the strained quiet. My mouth flexed open and shut uncontrollably. If I could have engaged my voice, it probably would have sounded something like, "b-buh, b-buh, b-buh." Most two-year-olds are more articulate -- good job, Mandy. Jeremy, usually a man of few words, finally said, "So, you're the other guy." Chad's grim facial expression softened slightly. He said, "Well, I'm thinking YOU'RE 'the other guy,'" as a tiny, amused grin turned up the corners of his mouth, "but, yeah, I guess I am." I began to panic. They weren't supposed to realize they were adversaries until later. My plan was disintegrating by the second, and I still couldn't form a coherent sentence. Jeremy said, "Is that your TR-3 out front?" "Yeah." I guess it was becoming clear that I wasn't going to be any help in breaking the ice, so they did it themselves. Chad elaborated, "It's not the most practical ride on earth, but I've tweaked it a bit." Jeremy empathized. "I had an Austin-Healey before I got my 4Runner. Same thing, once I 'modernized' it, it got me where I wanted to go." "Let me guess, you replaced the generator, regulator, and fuel pump with Chevy parts." "Well, same concept, but I found a Plymouth alternator where I didn't have to fabricate a new bracket." Guys, aren't you here to talk to me? For some reason, they didn't hear my thoughts. "Did you convert it to negative ground?" "Yeah. How did you..." By then I had tuned them out -- they might as well have been speaking Swahili or Sanskrit. "Something to drink?" I finally managed to choke out. They nodded without interrupting their dialog. When I got back from the kitchen, Chad had discovered that Jeremy had a guitar, and they were prattling on about the advantages of electric vs. acoustic, steel strings vs. nylon, and Taylor vs. Martin. Successfully engaging my voice again, I said, "Who are Martin and Taylor? Guitar teachers?" They glanced at me like I was the village idiot, and continued as if I wasn't there. I had expected they'd be guarded, eventually hostile, maybe even speak to each other through me, "Tell him I said..." My plan, at least the tiny part of it that might have worked, was based upon both of them being at their worst. Even if neither of them stormed off, at least by seeing their ugliest behavior I'd have a better basis for choosing. Now it looked like they were going to hit it off -- that was going to fuck up EVERYTHING! Over dinner, I actually managed to say a few things, until they discovered they both loved older films. They traded favorite movie quotes -- I couldn't get a word in edgewise. "'I do not think that word means what you think it means.'" "Princess Bride! 'What do they call a Whopper in France?'" "Oh yeah, Pulp Fiction. 'The dude abides.'" "The Big Lebowski. I love that flick!'" "But Mandy doesn't abide, she hates that film." "She does. 'It's the-'" "Guys," I squawked, "I'm sitting right here!" "'It's the Cadillac of SUVs.'" "Get Shorty -- good one! 'Goes to elev-'" "GUYS!" I interrupted. They looked startled. "Pay attention to me!" They both mumbled sheepish apologies. "This is serious," I said. They both put on "serious" faces, which looked like little kids scowling, pretending to be adults -- irritatingly cute. "Stop it!" I insisted. Tears of frustration leaked from my eyes. "Nothing about tonight has turned out like I intended. I had elaborate speeches planned for each of you, and now none of it makes any sense." Jeremy said, "I thought you were going to ask me to move in." Chad looked amused. "That's funny, I thought she was going to ask ME to move in." They looked at each other and both said, "No, YOU'RE the other guy!" and laughed. Chad continued, "I guess we could both move in, she has three bedrooms." "We could relocate her home office here in the dining room." "I see what you mean, there's plenty of space by the windows for her desk. The shelves can go over here against the wall." "We can leave the dining table here, centered under the light fixture. We'll have to arm-wrestle for the front bedroom, though, it's nicer than the middle one." "You can have the front one, I like the middle. It's shielded from the street, so it's quieter." "Cool, works for me." This was not going how I intended. : : : : : An hour later, the leftover pasta was in the fridge, and the dishes were done -- Chad washed, Jeremy dried. They mentioned Body Heat, another movie they both loved. I said I had never seen it, so we had to watch it RIGHT NOW. We settled on the couch, me in the middle. They both had wandering hands as the movie played: Chad unbuttoned my top, and Jeremy got my skirt off. Chad began working on my bra's front clasp, while Jeremy started worrying my panties down, side by side, inch by inch. Chad finally got my bra clasp undone. He joined Jeremy in lowering my panties -- it went much quicker when they each took a side. All I had to do was lift my hips, and voilá, panties gone. They each took an arm, and zing, top and bra gone. Naked girl on the sofa! I paused the movie, and stood facing them. They both blatantly checked me out, scorching my body with their eyes from top to bottom. I've been naked with each of them many times, but with both of them there, fully dressed, it felt almost public. The room didn't seem to have enough air. I overcame the urge to pretzel up and cover all my naughty bits, but my naughty bits noticed -- my nipples jumped to full attention, and my pussy sizzled. Their faces glowed with hunger and lust. I may not be the prettiest or the hottest girl in the world, but for this moment, this tiny slice of time, the looks on their faces told me that my legs, my ass, my pussy, my waist, my tits, and my face were their ultimate, their perfection, their world. I had never considered myself a group sex kind of girl, but their looks of sheer desire dissolved away any resistance I felt. My pussy flooded -- there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for them. I held out my hands, pulled them to their feet, and led them to the bedroom. My plan had been to let things happen, and deal with the results. I never imagined there'd still be two guys here, though. Even so, I was sticking with the plan -- let things happen, and deal with the results. We headed down the hall, apparently for a threesome -- unbelievable. Luckily, I have a queen-size bed. I settled into bed while the guys shed their clothes. My poor addled brain half thought this was the hugest mistake I had ever made, that I should stop it right now. But when I saw two rock-hard erections, both intended for me, the other half of my brain realized that this could be the greatest night ever. We started slow, on our backs. Each guy took a handful of breast. Chad massaged the whole tit, while Jeremy concentrated on the nipple, tracing its outline, flicking his fingertips across it. I love having my breasts played with, and both Chad and Jeremy are virtuosos at it. It was quite different, however, having each of them doing separate things. I never realized how sensuous it could be. The math -- remember? I'm good at math -- the math was all wrong: two guys times two breasts equaled about ten times the pleasure. Jeremy leaned in, kissed my nipple, and began kissing down my tummy towards my slit. Chad sucked the other nipple between his lips, drawing circles around it with his tongue, and slowly rolled the one just vacated by Jeremy between his thumb and fingers. Jeremy arrived at my pussy. I go through phases down there: shaving it smooth, leaving a dot at the top of my slit, a narrow racing stripe, or a wider landing strip. That night, I was shiny smooth, and Jeremy used all that bare skin to tease me, caressing the sensitive outer lips with his lips and tongue. He took his time, nibbling ever closer to the inner folds, eventually burying his tongue deep into me. Chad vibrated his tongue across my nipples, electrifying them. Jeremy continued probing my pussy, licking slowly from the bottom of my slit up to the top. Each time he reached my clit, he flicked his tongue across it. He sucked it between his lips, and massaged it with the softest part of his tongue. Combined with what Chad was doing to my tits, I slipped into a deep, soft, warm body glow, and from there I melted into a deep orgasm. They kept tonguing my nips and clit, and I plateaued, soaring and cumming continuously. It felt infinite -- I couldn't tell you if it was one very lengthy orgasm, or multiple orgasms back to back to back, because, fuck, who cares? It just felt so freaking good. Decisions Decisions Ch. 01 As my body relaxed, and I floated back to earth, the guys slid up to their pillows beside me. I kissed them both, getting an extra shiver as I tasted myself on Jeremy's face. I sat up on my knees between their shoulders, leaned forward, and took Chad's cock into my mouth. I drew it in slowly, swirling my tongue under the swollen head. I gave it a couple of slow strokes, gripped its base with my fist, and leaned over to Jeremy's cock. I sucked it in, getting a deep groan in appreciation. I alternated, giving each dick several long, strong strokes. I had never sucked two dicks at the same time before, and it's a lot of work, but I never let up, going back and forth. Both guys were clearly enjoying themselves, and for me, leading two guys to orgasm at once was more than double the fun. Jeremy came first, shooting his load into the back of my throat. I fisted Chad while I swallowed everything Jeremy gave me, then concentrated on Chad. Soon he tensed up, moaned loudly, and exploded down my throat. I eased back onto my pillow, glowing in contentment, ready to relax. Jeremy, though, had enough time to recover and get hard again while I finished blowing Chad. He pulled me on top of him, lifted my hips slightly, enough to get his cock aligned with my slit, and buried himself in me. He didn't need to start slow and build up -- we were both so ready that after a few slow strokes to make sure we were well aligned, he just went to town, fucking me hard, double-timing up into me. I cruised, matching every thrust of his hips with one of my own, loving how well we fit together. In almost no time I felt that heavenly swell building in my gut, and I leaned forward so I could thrust harder. Jeremy teased my nipples as my breasts hung and swayed. When he came his cock twitched deep inside me, and I came with him, collapsing on top of him. He continued pumping up into me as our final contractions massaged each other. I glowed, my head resting on his shoulder, his arms around my waist. Post-coital cuddling is one of my favorite things, it's another thing both guys excel at. I barely had time for a couple of breaths. I slid off of Jeremy, and Chad pulled me onto him. I didn't want to be on top again, so I rolled us over. Obviously no one here needed foreplay. He pounded me like a runaway oil derrick. He is usually my Marathon Man, but not this time -- he told me later that lasting that long takes considerable effort, which he doesn't need to do when it's the three of us. In a few strokes, he could tell that I was ready to cum again. He lifted his torso, supporting himself on his arms, and his breathing got fast and shallow, which usually means he's about to cum. He buried his shaft in me, his pubic bone massaging mine, and we clinched each other's body tight, and came. And came. And came. We lingered in a nice post-orgasmic snuggle, then I slid out from under him. Once more I settled between them, and I don't think any of us were awake for another minute. The math worked well: Chad plus Jeremy plus Mandy, times cumming twice each, equals three happy campers. : : : : : Monday morning, I was first to awaken. I was the middle spoon, snuggled into Jeremy, with Chad nestled into my back. Chad woke a minute later -- I felt his erection poking me in the lower back. Trying to be subtle and let Jeremy sleep, I slowly turned to face Chad, and he greeted me with a deep kiss. I became aware that Jeremy was also awake when he turned towards me and caressed my hip, waist, and breast, with HIS erection poking me in the lower back. I turned onto my back, and there we were again -- me in the center, both guys facing me. They both leaned in, and I went back and forth, getting sensuous kisses on both sides, just by turning my head. I reached down and came up with a throbbing hard-on in each hand. Not a bad way to start the day! This time, they brought their erections to me, kneeling on either side of my shoulders. Now, when I turned my head, rather than getting kisses, I got cocks in my mouth. I began by giving each one a stroke or two, then I began lingering a little longer on each one. I was in blow-job heaven -- I love giving head, and the guys clearly loved what I was doing. I gave each cock a good ten or fifteen strokes before switching to the other. One of the guys caressed my pussy, and as I switched dicks, he buried a couple of fingers in me. I was so wet they slipped right in, and he began stroking me at exactly the same speed that I was blowing them -- it felt incredible, like I was somehow driving a cock into myself every time I plunged over one of them. It must have been Chad who fingered me, because the next time I lifted off him and took in Jeremy, he pulled his finger out and kissed his way down my tummy toward my pussy. I don't know exactly what he does down there, but it's magic. He knows exactly where all the hot spots are, and how to amaze me with his lips and tongue. I think it has something to do with suction, but it feels too freaking good to worry about analyzing it. What he did was so enthralling I got distracted and lost my rhythm on Jeremy's dick. He thrust into my mouth to compensate, and I sucked extra hard, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock to keep him from pushing past the back of my throat. I sucked, he plunged, and we went faster and faster, while Chad continued bedazzling my clit. Jeremy was obviously ready to cum, and I felt the familiar waves washing over me. My thighs squeezed Chad's face and I moaned, and that sent Jeremy over the edge. He pushed deep into my mouth and held it there, erupting down my throat. As our orgasms peaked, Chad continued tantalizing my clit, and I swirled my tongue around the tip of Jeremy's cock. We took our time floating back to earth. Chad had been patient, but he had a raging hard-on, and now it was time to give that some attention. I raised myself onto my hands and knees, intending to lean over and suck him in while he lay on his back, but he was too eager for that. He raised up on his knees and plugged his cock into my mouth. Jeremy flattened out on his back and slid his face under my pussy, pulling my hips down to lower my slit to his lips. I was still so sensitive from my orgasm that in no time he had me right on the edge of cumming again. I focused that energy onto Chad's cock. I face-fucked him fast, except about every fourth or fifth plunge, when I had him fully surrounded, I'd hold, suck extra hard, and swirl my tongue around the underside of his dick. I'd draw out extra-slow, swirling the whole way, then resume the fast strokes. I've never known a guy who could resist that type of onslaught for long. Before long, he was gushing into my mouth, and I exploded into my own orgasm on Jeremy's face. The math, although getting more complicated, still worked: two dicks times two blow jobs, plus one pussy times two tongues, divided by two guys plus one girl, equals one terrific morning. : : : : : After we made ourselves a light brunch, I got my car keys and said, "Alright, guys, everybody out, meet me at the park in fifteen minutes. We need to talk." Chad said, "Let's just talk here, we don't have to go anywhere else." I said, "Actually, we do. At the park, no one can pull my clothes off and distract me, and there aren't any beds to fall into." Jeremy said, "Well, there's no reason to take three cars, let's all ride in my 4Runner." I held up my hand and said, "No. There IS a reason. After we talk, my poor overwhelmed brain needs some time to think, and, no offense, I need you guys gone." I resolutely headed for the door. They gathered their stuff and headed for their cars, looking like a couple of puppies whose toys had been taken away. In the back of the park, there is a wooded section, with some paved paths winding through it. A few rustic, gravel trails split off, ending in small glades, with stumps and logs for sitting. They're very private, perfect for talking freely. I led the guys to one. Our nook was about the size of a bedroom, surrounded by trees and dense underbrush, with a little open sky above us. The trail was lined with crushed granite, which would loudly announce if anyone approached. I sat the guys down on a log, and paced in front of them for a second. "So, um, for starters, you can't be serious about both moving in." They both responded excitedly. I held up my hand in the universal "stop" gesture, and said, "One at a time! Jeremy?" "Well, I wasn't 100% serious when I said that. But I wasn't 100% kidding, either." Chad nodded his head, "Same here. I was just running with the moment. But..." Jeremy also nodded, "Yeah, but..." I couldn't believe what they were implying. "But, what?" Chad spoke first, "But, you have to admit, last night was pretty spectacular." Jeremy grinned, and said, "This morning, too." I said, "So you're actually thinking about moving in?" They shook their heads. Finally, a little sanity! "But," I said, "it sounds like you're saying we should go forward as a trio." They both nodded. I was dumfounded. Again. I said, "How would we do that?" "What do you mean?" Chad asked. "I mean, do we continue as we've been, two couples going out on different nights, or do we start doing things all three of us together?" "Some of both?" Jeremy said. "Yeah, I think both," Chad agreed. My mind raced, overwhelmed. Chad said, "It would be unusual, that's for sure. We'd have to make up a lot of it as we went along. But, Mandy, one of the things I love about you is you're so flexible, so nonjudgmental, so willing to try different things." Jeremy jumped in, "Yeah, you solve problems so well, without any unnecessary drama. If anyone could navigate such an unusual path, it would be you." Out of all the approaches people use to try to influence my behavior, the one I'm least able to defend against is flattery. I mean, how could I deny such a compliment? "You guys are serious..." They both nodded. I paced back and forth. "This is insane." More nods. "I mean, you haven't even known about each other for 24 hours." "Well, technically," Chad said, "but it was clear there was somebody else." "Yeah. Obviously. I didn't know who it was, but there have been so many nights where you had 'other plans' that you were vague about. I don't picture you having a chain of one- or two-nighters, so I was sure there was another guy." "Yeah. All that's different now is, I know who it is." Maybe I wasn't exactly stunned, but I was surprised. "And you both stayed with me while you knew I was seeing someone else?" "Well, we're good together," Jeremy said. "I'm having fun." "Yeah, same here. I'm not exactly in a hurry to settle down." "Me either. 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it,' and all that." I paced in little circles, muttering "This is nuts," for the next few minutes. Several times, the guys started to say something. Each time, I gave them the "stop" signal. Finally, I sat between them. I took both their hands. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but for now, I'm not ruling anything out. Don't get me wrong, I'm not agreeing to anything. Anything. But, you're right, last night and this morning were amazing." Neither of them spoke. I continued, "What do we do now?" I meant that in the big-picture sense. The guys took it differently -- what they wanted to do was go back to my bedroom for another round. They each placed one of my hands on their groins, showing me that they both "needed attention." They may have thought that their hard-ons earned them a trip back to the house, but I saw a simpler way. It would have been easier to blow them, and we were secluded enough back there to do that without being caught, but I had a cocksucker's version of writer's cramp -- I had already given four blowjobs in less than twelve hours! I fucked Jeremy first. I dropped my shorts and panties, and kicked them and my shoes off. So much for "no one can pull my clothes off and distract me!" I knelt in front of Jeremy, still seated, and got his cock out -- he was as hard as I've ever seen him. He pulled my top over my head, making me completely naked. I straddled him, my back to him, and lowered myself over his cock. I took his entire length in one pass -- I guess I also "needed attention." I fucked him fast and hard from the start, rather than the usual starting slow and accelerating. He was so aroused that before long, he was cumming up into me. I was oh so near, but didn't quite go with him. I wasn't worried -- I had another hard cock waiting for me. By the time Jeremy had put his dick away, Chad had his out. This was Chad's first outdoor sex, at least with me, and like Jeremy, he was harder than usual. He bent me over, and standing behind me, drove straight into me. Gripping my hips for leverage, he fucked me relentlessly. As with Jeremy, he came quickly and explosively. This time I came too. The math was great: hard guy, times two, divided by naked girl in the sunlight, equals one great trip to the park. As I drove home, I was relieved that it didn't seem like I would have to decide between the two of them after all. But I realized that left me with another tough decision: was I actually going to go forward with two guys? I went home to try to make some sense of things. : : : : : The possible combinations were, obviously, two couples, and one trio. Their idea, to do some of each, seemed like a good starting point. In a perfect world, we'd do couple, couple, trio, every weekend. That math, however, didn't work -- that's three scenarios, but most weekends only have two date nights. I didn't want a third date on Saturday afternoon or Sunday, because there is more to life than dating -- chores and errands, for example. I was sure we'd work it out. But where to start? There's a quaint little town about an hour away, with an awesome bed and breakfast. It's near some very scenic hiking, making it attractive to my nature boy Jeremy. Around the town square there are several art galleries featuring talented regional painters and photographers, and a couple of cafes featuring excellent local bands, making it attractive to my bohemian Chad. The b&b had a room available, so I booked it. We'd spend the weekend there. : : : : : Friday afternoon, we loaded into Jeremy's SUV, checked into to the b&b, and had dinner on the square. Once we got back to the room, Jeremy plied his oral magic on my clit while I swallowed Chad, then they swapped ends. I got a satisfying mouthful from each of them, and I got to cum twice. Then I fucked each of them, and came twice more. All that cumming seemed fair to me, I was the one doing double duty! Besides, neither of them seemed to feel cheated, they each got to cum twice. Saturday morning, we set the alarm for a quarter of sunrise, and headed out for an early hike. It had the double benefit of beating the afternoon heat, and avoiding breakfast at the b&b, where the conversation would inevitably include who we were. I couldn't picture it: "Hi, I'm Mandy, this is my boyfriend Chad, and this is my other boyfriend Jeremy. We're in the room at the top of the stairs with the oversized bed. Sorry 'bout all the noise..." Our hike was great, seemingly endless beautiful scenery, the sun playing peek-a-boo through the trees, with a steady refreshing breeze. We got back mid-afternoon, showered and changed, and hit the square. We cruised some of the galleries, ending up at one of the cafes for dinner and live music. The food was outstanding, and the band, a roots-rock quintet that seamlessly merged old-school rock'n'roll, blues, and country, was even better. If I had one final chance to find a decision-making point in the guys' behavior as we combined their preferred activities, it didn't happen: bohemian Chad had a good time hiking, and nature boy Jeremy enjoyed the galleries and music. Dammit, guys, do you have to be so agreeable? When we got back to our room, we began exploring the possibilities of two guys and one girl a little more seriously. What we had done so far seemed so edgy and out there, but looking back on it, it was actually pretty tame -- basically all we had done was be naked together and take turns. MMF threesomes have more possibilities, where the girl, in particular, becomes a lot more active. I'm talking, of course, about double penetration. That night, we became a three-headed beast for the first time. We started out as usual, the guys sucking my breasts and licking my slit. Then I maneuvered to where I could go back and forth sucking their cocks. Once I got them nice and hard, I reclined, with Jeremy at my waist, romancing my pussy with his tongue, and Chad at my head, plunging his cock into my mouth. To me, it was like being on the bottom of a sixty-nine, except the tongue on my pussy and the dick in my mouth belonged to different guys. I spun around, taking Jeremy into my mouth. Chad, however, rather than tonguing my pussy, slid his cock between my outer lips. He worked the head up and down, moistening the tip, and eased it in. I was so wet he met no resistance, and slid easily all the way to the hilt. He started slowly and gently, easing in and out of me. This was my first time taking two dicks at once, and at first, it was a disaster. Having one going in and out of my mouth while the other penetrated my pussy in a different rhythm was utterly distracting. I couldn't focus on either one. I hated it. Before I got too frazzled, though, everything magically synchronized. It made all the difference -- when they plunged into me simultaneously, it was heavenly. What was that old ad slogan, "Double your pleasure, double your fun?" True that! The sensations were incredible -- so different from anything I'd ever done. I loved it. It's a lot of dick, but I LOVE dick, at least I love these two, and having them both in me at once was electrifying. Every minute or so, I flipped ends. Luckily, I'm not repulsed by the taste of my own honey. Getting a fresh taste every time I turned around emphasized what a totally decadent act this was for me, and made me feel hotter. I was also able to leave each dick coated in a thick sheen of saliva each time I spun around, keeping everything fresh and slick. After several rounds in each direction on my back, the next time I swapped ends, I flipped over onto my hands and knees. Of course that meant the guys had to reposition as well. It was very different: on my back, I got to concentrate on the delicious sensations of two dicks pumping in and out of me, but I couldn't contribute to the motion. On my hands and knees, I could sway with them, adding another layer of pleasure to the moment. After changing directions several more times, my gut began to flutter, blossoming into a glow. The guys must have been on the verge of cumming as well -- they thrust harder, and deeper, on both ends. Chad gripped my hips, slapping his thighs against my cheeks, and Jeremy laced his fingers in my hair, plunging into my mouth. I sucked harder, and pulled my knees together, making my pussy tighter -- I was very near, and I wanted the guys to cum when I did. We came in a sexual chain reaction, one after the other, moaning and groaning, maintaining our combined motion for as long as we could. We fell into a pile of limbs, breasts, pussy, faces, and dicks. Slowly, as we decompressed, we sorted ourselves into a group hug, one amazing guy on either side of me. The math was getting more interesting: two guys times two cocks, divided by one girl times one mouth plus one pussy, equals three ferocious orgasms. : : : : : Sunday, we also started early. We took a different sunrise hike, getting back to the room in time for quick showers before checking out. We visited the antique mall and some more galleries -- nature boy Jeremy bought a beautiful art photo of sunset over a canyon, and bohemian Chad bought a different shot from the same photographer. We caught an early dinner at the other cafe, where the food was also excellent. We left, however, before the music started -- we had an hour-long drive in front of us, and Monday was a work day. Decisions Decisions Ch. 01 I fell asleep on the way home. I'm usually a light sleeper in the car, but I must have been worn out by the hiking -- and the sex -- because I don't remember getting home. The guys obviously carried me in, undressed me, and placed me in bed. I woke up and glanced at the clock: 6:30. Now, at 6:30 Sunday evening, we had been ordering dinner, so this would be 6:30 Monday morning. Cool, I didn't have to get up yet. I felt very warm and content, and was ready to drift off for a little more sleep, when I noticed that my house was not empty or quiet: the water was running in my shower, and the vent hood was running over my stove. The shower shut off, and a minute later, Jeremy appeared wrapped in a towel. He smiled and cooed, "Morning, sleeping beauty." Then he stuck his head out the bedroom door and hollered down the hall, "She's up." A few moments later, Chad appeared in his robe, hair damp from his recent shower, carrying plates of scrambled eggs and toast. He set the food down in the middle of the bed, and passed out napkins and forks. As usual, when the food is good, there was no conversation. I spoke first. "So, what about this coming weekend?" It was still a mismatch -- two date nights, three combinations of Chad, Jeremy, and me. Chad said, "I think each weekend we should do a couple one night, and a trio the other. Jeremy and I will alternate weekends for the couple nights." He looked at Jeremy. "Work for you?" Jeremy said, "Yup, exactly what I was thinking. We may not always be able to alternate perfectly, but it'll be okay with me as long as things stay reasonably balanced. Chad, do you want to take this weekend?" "Thanks, that'd be great, but you take it, I have concert tickets a week from Saturday -- sorry, only two -- so I'd rather have that weekend." We all agreed, and the guys headed out (after rinsing the dishes), leaving me alone to get ready for work. As I locked the back door and headed for the car, I thought, "What the hell are we doing?" : : : : : Bliss. Pleasure. Delight. Happiness. Ecstasy. Heaven. Paradise. As it turns out, those words describe what we were doing. The next four weekends, we had eight date nights: two with Chad and me, two with Jeremy and me, and four as a trio. All of them were fabulous. I kept my spidey sense on high, wondering if one or both of the guys would end up feeling left out or frustrated in any way. But I detected none of that, and I had no complaints myself. : : : : : Several weekends later, our evenings together had by no means settled into a routine -- there were too many facets of being a threesome to explore, sexual and otherwise. Most evenings, when we returned from going out, when our movie on the couch ended, or just when we finished dinner, we'd retire to my bed and explore various positions. Many of them involved double penetration, but not all. We still did some variations from our earliest experimenting, where we would basically take turns. Some things we did were not even overtly sexual, except for the part about two guys and a girl being naked under the same covers. Many of our positions were DP, though, and although my mouth and pussy hosted their cocks on a regular basis, there was one frontier we hadn't explored. I had only ever tried it a couple of times, and never enjoyed it. Neither of them ever said anything about it, but I could tell it was on their minds. (to be continued) : : : : : Decisions Decisions Ch. 02 (Author's notes: This is Chapter 2 of a continuous story. It will make the most sense if you read Chapter 1 first.) : : : : : We began doing some weekends where both nights were trio. One Friday night, we were all extra-tired from work, so we abandoned our plans for going out, had a pizza delivered, and retired to bed. No one was too tired for sex, though. As we morphed from position to position, I noticed that several times, as one of them cupped my ass, or stroked my vaj, a fingertip would "happen" to brush across my brown star. Neither of them actually tried to penetrate my ass, but they were definitely checking out how I would react. I didn't brush them off or twist away from them, but I did, of course, notice. Saturday morning, I awoke first, and as they slept on either side of me, I made a decision. I didn't know if I would ever be able to enjoy having a cock in my ass – it had never worked for me before – but I decided it would not be from lack of trying. That night we had a party to go to, and it was a good one, so we were out late. We got home, took quick showers, and settled into bed. Jeremy was the first to flick his finger across my asshole. He immediately said "Whoa!" Chad said, "What?" "Check this out!" Chad put his finger in the same place, and said, "Whoa!" What they were whoa-ing about was, after my shower, I lubed my ass. Heavily. I concentrated on depth, but some lube accumulated around the pucker. That's what they noticed. They had huge grins on their faces. "Hold it right there," I said – I definitely had their undivided attention. "The key word here is SLOW. I'm willing to try it back there, but I'm a little freaked out about it. Only a few of my friends have ever admitted doing this, and they hated it. HATED it. As in, won't try it again." I paused for effect. "Ever." I let that sink in. "I've been reading about it online. The key seems to be working up to it. Slow. Gentle. If I say stop, you have to promise you'll stop." I looked up to see two extremely earnest nods. Chad was on his back, and I straddled him, but stopped short of guiding him into my pussy. I glanced over my shoulder at Jeremy, said "One finger, gently," and kissed Chad. Jeremy slid his finger between my cheeks. I spread my knees further to grant him easier access. He found my rosebud and teased it, then settled into the center. Ever so gently, he pushed in, just up to the first knuckle. He lingered a few seconds, slowly wiggling it in a circle, and withdrew. He pushed back in, wiggled another few circles, and withdrew again. He massaged the outside, caressing the wrinkles around the opening. I was amazed - no one had ever played with my ass so gently before, so I never knew how sensitive it is, how erotic, how HOT it could feel. Chad kissed me deeply, massaging my bum-cheeks, keeping them spread for Jeremy. Jeremy slowly painted the inside of my ass, gently stretching the sensitive flesh. Waves of pleasure rippled outward from his finger. I sighed in pleasure. Jeremy pushed his finger to the second knuckle. I gasped, and concentrated on accepting the intrusion. He withdrew it to the first knuckle, and pushed it back in to the second, leaving it in a bit longer before withdrawing to the first knuckle. He repeated that several times, that timeless motion, in and out. Chad continued massaging my ass, also rubbing my back, kneading the length of my spine, keeping me relaxed. Jeremy picked up the pace of his two-knuckle fucking. Pleasure radiated from his finger throughout my body. He pulled out, stroking around the edges, caressing the sensitive wrinkles. He re-entered, in and out, around the rim, in and out. By now I was anticipating what he did, and began pushing back against his hand, accepting the penetration, aiding it. He stopped and slowly pushed it the rest of the way in, a fraction of an inch at a time. I knew it was just one finger, but I felt filled to capacity back there. He remained patient, at first only stroking from his palm out to the second knuckle, then holding it all the way in and caressing my insides in slow circles. I was still straddling Chad, my slit massaging his erection. Although I hadn't taken him inside me, as I thrust back on Jeremy's finger, my clit traced the base of Chad's cock. As Jeremy increased how deep he finger-fucked my ass, I rubbed more across Chad. Jeremy penetrated my ass faster, Chad kneaded my butt, my clit slid over his hard-on, Jeremy stroked faster and deeper, all the way out to the nail now, and I came. I never expected that, never felt it building. I ground my clit down on Chad's dick, Jeremy kept his finger buried in my ass, vibrating the palm of his hand against my butt. I fell into a deep abyss of pleasure, every nerve in my body singing with warm, glowing delight. I peaked, rolled off Chad, and floated back to earth, with these two incredible guys on either side of me. When I was able, I staggered to the bathroom, applied a fresh thick coat of lube, and moistened a washrag. I cleaned Jeremy's hand, kissed him deeply, and croaked "Good job" with what remained of my voice. I turned and kissed Chad, saying "You too," and collapsed between them. Before we took my ass to the next level, I blew each of them. I wasn't ready to take a dick back there that night, but I wasn't going to leave my guys high and dry. We relaxed for several minutes afterwards, catching our breath, anticipating what was next. I rolled Jeremy onto his back, straddled him, but stopped short of guiding his cock into me. I glanced over my shoulder at Chad, and whispered, "Two fingers." We were just getting started... : : : : : Sunday noon we had a cook-out to go to. We were supposed to bring potato salad – we make a wicked version with new potatoes, bleu cheese, and bacon. We hadn't gotten it made on Saturday, and obviously there wasn't anything store-bought that was equivalent, so we had to get up early Sunday morning to prep the food. The party was fantastic – great food, great friends. We got home late in the afternoon. We had another cook-out to go to that evening, but we weren't committed to bringing a dish. Somehow or other, with what awaited us in bed, we didn't make it. Obviously, the guys were looking forward to it. I was too, although somewhat apprehensively. I mean, there was no doubt that we were going to finish what we started. By "we," of course, I mean me – I was going to take a dick up my butt. Based on last night, the guys were going to be patient and sensitive. Still, the bottom line (pun intended) was, I was going to have a live cock up my ass, maybe two, and they were going to be as hard as they ever got. I was nervous, but mostly in a positive way, because, again, based on last night, I was definitely going to like it. I was probably going to LOVE it. I wondered how much bigger than Chad's two fingers a dick was going to feel. One finger was wonderful. I never knew what a pleasure center my asshole could be – obviously it's teeming with sensitive nerve endings. It gave me a deep, sensual glow throughout my body, shimmering over me like a spring breeze blowing across a field of tall grass, except about a bazillion times stronger. Two fingers, however, were more of a challenge. There was considerable stretching involved. Chad was extremely gentle, he did everything to keep it comfortable, but it was a strain. He stayed patient, though, working gently until I got used to the larger size. The more I relaxed, the more pleasure I felt. The larger intrusion provided a much more deeply sensuous payoff. So, how much more extreme would it be to take a full, live cock? I was about to find out. The guys placed me on my side, with my butt hanging slightly off the edge of the bed, my knees drawn up near my chest. Chad lubed his longest finger, and eased it in as deep as it would go. He worked it in and out, massaging me, relaxing me, reminding me of the spectacular sensuality of that part of my body. Jeremy showed me two lubed fingers, and placed them against the entrance. "I'm going to push in now," he said. "It'll be easier if you push back. I don't mean squeeze shut, that's different, but push, like you're trying to poop them back out." It sounded strange, but he was right, pushing actually helped keep me from tensing up and blocking penetration. Meanwhile, Chad washed his hands, then settled in front of me and gently stroked my face. While Jeremy went deep and heavy with his fingers, stretching the limits of my comfort back there, Chad kissed my nipples, working them over with his tongue, amplifying the ripples of pleasure emanating from my ass, distracting me from any distress back there. Jeremy was getting quite intense with his fingers, gripping my hip for leverage, going deeper than Chad went last night. He reached a new depth, stretching me hard, and gripped my ass with both hands. "You're doing great, baby, that's almost half." I was dumfounded. That wasn't fingers... I was seriously pissed off, for about a tenth of a second, until I realized he had done an amazing thing. Yes it was deceitful, but by not doing what I thought, he kept me from tensing up, which I would have if I had realized he was going in with the heavy artillery. He more than made up for the deception by being so completely attuned to me. When he felt me react to the realization that I had more than fingers up my butt, he paused, leaving his cock in, letting me adjust to it. When I relaxed, he resumed stroking, slowly at first, barely half an inch. When I didn't tense up, he slid in a little more. After a minute or so, he was back to slowly pulling it all the way out to the tip, and pressing it back in. I asked him later, "How did you make it feel so mild? I mean, you were thrusting into me, and you were as hard as I've ever felt you, but you made it feel gentle, not at all invasive." "I put all the energy into the out stroke, not the in stroke. It takes a lot of concentration, it's instinctive to put the oomph on the 'in,' but that would have been uncomfortable for you." He gradually increased the depth. Occasionally I'd flinch, and he'd pause, hold it in place, letting me stretch around it, adapt to the size. My universe had now shrunk to the tiny area between my butt cheeks. His cock radiated a deep warmth, relaxing any part of me that protested the intrusion. He knew exactly when to pause, and when to resume pumping into me. He always started back with tiny strokes. He'd work back to where he had been, and only go deeper when he sensed I was ready. Something I never expected was that my clit got direct stimulation from being penetrated back there. I was concentrating on the sensation of Jeremy's well-lubed dick entering my butt, with no expectation of cumming. My clit, however, began to notice that my lips pulled tight over it every time he thrust into me. I was amazed to feel that familiar wave of an approaching orgasm. It got nearer, it grew and grew, I was almost there, I was so close, but it stalled. It lurked just out of reach, teasing me, a wave that never quite broke. I had been holding my knees together, maximizing his access to my ass, but I lifted the top knee slightly, enough to get a fingertip onto the top of my slit and slip it under the hood of my swollen, energized clit. I rubbed slowly across it, and that was all she wrote – I exploded into an all-consuming orgasm. It felt like every muscle in my body tensed, every nerve singing the praises of having a dick in my ass. Jeremy told me later that he was so focused on keeping me comfortable, he didn't expect to cum at all. "But when you came," he said, "You squeezed my cock so tight, I came at once." I felt him press up into me and hold there, quivering and quaking. I could feel each contraction as he shot his load into me. He collapsed across my back, holding me tight. I wasn't up for a second dick up my ass, so I blew Chad. I barely remember doing it – all I recall is my ass, glowing in pleasure. The math was getting more complicated: one dick plus one ass, squared, times one dick plus one mouth, squared, equals the square root of unexpected pleasure. Sleep came quickly, with my incredible guys snuggled on either side of me. : : : : : That was rare, spending Sunday night together. We had never spent Monday night together on a work week. That was a momentous weekend, though, and we had unfinished business. Monday evening after work, they were back. We had a simple, light dinner. We went straight to the bedroom. Chad proved to be just as attentive, gentle, and patient as Jeremy was. He started with the usual, one finger, then he actually went in with two fingers – I looked. He chuckled and said, "I didn't think that trick would work twice." Which was fine, I wasn't nearly as tense – already succeeding once, I actually felt rather relaxed. Chad and Jeremy have very similar cocks, and while I've never done anything as crass as measure them, I think Jeremy's is slightly bigger around, while Chad's is a bit longer. Since Jeremy's had fit, I was confident Chad's would. Chad eased his dick in, slow and gentle. I remembered to push back against him, which helped him get past the muscle ring. He slid in a couple of inches, and paused, making sure I was okay. He pulled out, barely an inch, and eased back in, letting me get comfortable. Like Jeremy, he was gentle and attentive, pausing when I needed it. I was able to focus on how it felt – absolutely incredible. I loved it. I mean, I'm not saying that I only want to do anal from now on, but if it can always feel this freakin' good, I'm in. Often. Actually, they're in. Jeremy settled in front of me, caressing my face, massaging my breasts, increasing the sensuality of the moment. I noticed he positioned himself where he could clearly see the cock entering my butt. Chad did everything for my comfort that Jeremy had done. It was easier this time, less about pausing, more about actual fucking. He was so patient, my ass just glowed in pleasure. My clit, though, realized from the start that there was opportunity here. From Chad's first stroke I felt the tug of my nether lips stretching across it, exciting it, driving it towards a climax. Chad told me later that he remembered what Jeremy said about putting the major energy into the out stroke rather than the in. He also said that he resisted burying his entire length into me – he found a depth that felt good for him and seemed comfortable for me, and concentrated on rhythm. And oh, what a rhythm. On my side, I couldn't contribute much to the motion, but I did what I could to meet him half way. With Chad's cock well established in the back, I pulled Jeremy forward where I could take him into my mouth. I wouldn't be up for a second dick up my ass tonight, and I could have blown him afterward, but I wanted my evening to end with my ass. To get him off as quickly as possible, I made my mouth the ultimate receptacle for his cock. I sucked and swirled, but positioned on my side, I couldn't actively plunge down over him. I pulled his hips forward, hoping he'd understand that I meant that he should thrust. He got it, and began fucking my face, building from gentle to aggressive. Every few strokes, I felt a change in the angle of his cock in my mouth. I glanced up to see what it was, and it turned out he was leaning forward to see Chad's cock disappear into my ass. He must have liked what he saw, because in no time he groaned and launched his jizz into my throat. I swallowed, and he settled onto his side, where he had the best angle for watching my ass. My orgasm was right there, just about to wash over me, when I felt Chad's cock pulsing as he launched his gooch deep inside me. I wanted to cum "naturally," direct from the stimulation of his cock, but I wasn't sure how long he'd keep stroking me after he came, so once again, I reached for my clit. I barely touched it, and exploded, waves of pleasure rippling over me. The math kept getting more complex: hard dick squared, divided by mouth plus pussy plus asshole, equals unlimited potential for pleasure. I fell asleep a happy, happy girl. : : : : : The following weekend, each night, one guy fucked my pussy, then the other guy fucked my ass, on my side like before. The weekend after that, the same thing, except we did anal first. The third weekend, we did anal in other positions – doggie Friday night, Saturday on my back with my legs pulled up. The weekend after that, we did anal cowgirl, both nights. That became the guys' favorite – apparently it's the tightest and deepest. It took several more weekends before I could lube up back there without any anxiety. That's when things got really interesting. One Friday night, we had nothing on our calendar, so we got a pizza, watched a movie, and retired. As usual, I got in the center of the bed, with a guy on each side. We kissed, they massaged my breasts, they took turns fingering my pussy and my ass – already lubed. Chad rolled onto his back, and I straddled him, guiding him into my pussy. We started slow and deep. Jeremy leaned over me, and whispered into my ear, "You ready for the next step?" I paused a second, and nodded. I buried my face in Chad's shoulder. Chad raised his knees, giving me lots of room to spread my thighs, and my cheeks. Jeremy inserted one finger, and Chad resumed fucking my pussy, slow and deep. Jeremy added a second finger, matching his motion to what Chad and I were doing. We did that for several minutes, until I was as relaxed as possible. "Here we go," he said. Chad stopped, fully in. Jeremy lined up his cock, and slowly inserted the tip. He worked it in and out a couple of times, then went for depth. I groaned, "It's much tighter with another cock in me." "Mmmm, it sure is," Jeremy grinned. "You're doing good, that's almost half. Start moving over Chad now." I rolled my hips so that I pulled slowly off of Chad, and Jeremy moved with me so that he neither inserted more nor pulled out. I began slowly fucking Chad, in a little, out a little, while Jeremy held in place. I added depth to my stroking of Chad, and he began to rock with me. We started to get a decent rhythm going, the age-old in and out. Before long, still going slow, we were going deep up front. "Hold that speed," Jeremy said. Then he began to move, as well. As I took Chad in, Jeremy pulled slightly out. As I pulled off Chad, Jeremy pushed in. It was just a little, he told me later, barely an inch, but the extra friction was amazing for me. I started to speed up. "Slow, baby, slow," Jeremy cautioned. "We'll get there. It's going great, let's not crash and burn on our first try." "Okay," I begrudgingly said, "but it feels so amazing." We rocked along, slow and easy. Chad reached full depth in the front, Jeremy kept gaining a little depth each thrust in back. Occasionally we lost sync, and had to re-establish our combined motion, but overall, it went smoothly. Jeremy said later that he never got more than halfway in, but I have to say, I felt pretty fuckin' full. Jeremy came first. He trembled and shook, and lost his hold on the arm and knee acrobatics he was doing to support himself. He fell, ramming his cock further up my ass. I hadn't been near cumming – I was probably going to, but it was distant. The unexpected depth, though, combined with Chad's thrusting underneath me, launched me straight into orbit. I came, and came, and bucked and vibrated, and came some more, and that triggered Chad. We lost our combined rhythm when Jeremy fell. Chad made up the difference by pumping into me fast, while Jeremy held still in my ass, keeping everything up front stretched tight. I came again from Chad's run to the finish. It took a minute for us to untangle our origami of limbs, and I realized I wasn't sleepy yet. Neither were the guys. We relaxed awhile, cuddling, chatting about how our weeks had gone. I ended up fucking each of them again. Chad took me doggie style, and did his Marathon Man thing, lasting forever. He and I both came huge. Afterward, he rolled me onto my back and kissed me. Decisions Decisions Ch. 02 Jeremy pulled me into place for cowgirl, and after a few blissful minutes, paused, lifted me by the hips to the top of our stroke, and raised his eyebrows at me. I nodded. He pushed his cock back a little from my pussy, to my rear entrance. I lowered down over it, taking over half his length. He let me begin the thrusting, and matched the tempo I set. He worked on increasing the depth, however, and before long, he was bottoming out in me. That was the first time I did anal twice the same night. It won't be the last – my orgasm was huge. THEN we were all sleepy. The math was simple: cock times cock, divided by pussy times ass, equals ecstasy. : : : : : We developed a number of positions for double penetration, many but not all involving my ass. I'd lie on my back on the bed, with one dick in my mouth, and one in my pussy or my ass. That was one – whether it was Chad in my mouth, or Jeremy, and whether the other one was in my front hole or back, we counted that as one position. Flip me over, though, put me on my hands and knees on the bed, one cock in my mouth, one in my pussy or ass, that counted as another position – the angles and action for me are significantly different. Likewise, put a guy on his back, have me straddle him and lean forward, while the other guy penetrates my ass from above, we count that as one position whether it was Chad underneath or Jeremy. But, leave the same guy on his back, flip me over and lower my ass over his cock, while the other guy fucks my pussy from above, that's a separate position. Again, different angle and motion for me. Both of those last two, all of us horizontal with me facing either up or down, those took several times for us to work out how to fit all our arms and legs together where we could all be comfortable, as well as have enough leverage to thrust into each other. Two of my favorites involve a chair. One guy slouches forward in the chair until his butt is right on the edge, and I climb over him, either facing him where I lower my pussy over his hard-on, or taking him in my ass with my back to him. Then the other takes my remaining hole from above. These two variations, although similar, are very different for me – whether I'm facing down or up makes a huge difference in where I hold my legs, and I have to move very differently to contribute to the group thrusting. I mean, both are great, they really are my favorites, but they could hardly be more different. The only position we have that doesn't have an inverse is standing – I bend over, with one guy in front of me taking my mouth, and the other guy behind me, plugging into my pussy or my ass. All the other positions have a mirror image, where I flip over, but in this case, there's no way to hold me in position safely or comfortably when I'm facing up – we tried. : : : : : A year later, it's still working. I love the triads – socially, we're wonderfully compatible, and sexually, I don't think I'll ever get tired of feeling all my erotic buttons being pushed at once. I get so deeply immersed in sensuality that I stay right on the verge of losing control. Satisfying two needy dicks at the same time is a challenge that I find deeply gratifying. And our three personalities are amazing at keeping things from getting stale. Chad and Jeremy both seem happy, and I'm still having a great time. We rarely do any "single" dates any more. Occasionally one of the guys has a conflict, then the other one and I have a twosome. It's nice to have a little one-on-one occasionally, it helps the threesome stay fresh and strong. I did buy my house, and the guys are helping me make improvements. Their different skills nicely complement my abilities, and I love what we've accomplished. Neither of them has moved in, by the way. Our repertoire has grown to eleven different positions of double penetration. We've tried several more, but they were too acrobatic to repeat. We'll try others as we think of them, or hear about them, but for now, eleven is a great number – it's more than we ever do in a single weekend, so we have plenty of variety to keep things interesting. The guys get a charge out of saying "Goes to eleven" with a lousy British accent – apparently that's another movie quote, from Spinal Tap, another of their favorite movies I've never seen. Our triple relationship is unconventional, I know. Weird, even. My friends are very accepting, but it's clear that many of them don't understand it. I have to say, though, it's working. In this case, the math is simple: nature boy, plus bohemian, into three holes, divided by eleven positions, equals one happy girl. I have no idea where this is going, but I can't wait to find out. : : : : :