0 comments/ 19785 views/ 2 favorites Three's Not a Crowd By: L.D.Michales We're moving. I felt the plane rock as it backed away from the ramp and remembered thinking how quiet it was, until the jet engines came to life. With no other traffic departing or arriving at that hour it only took a second or two for the vibrations of flight to start passing through my seat as images of the past weekend began to overtake my thoughts. I knew I would never be able to tell anyone about it, no one who knew me would believe me. True I had made some changes lately but nothing like this. This wasn't like anything I had ever done. It didn't seem real. It was really more like a story from one of those adult sites on the Internet, but it had been real and I had done it all. I had to admit that when I turned 40, I went a little crazy with a lot of things in my life. An attractive tall blond with nice tits and a great set of legs, if I do say so myself, I'd been single for a couple of years. I didn't have a steady thing going with anybody at the time, and frankly I was a little board with my life. I'm not sure, to this day, how I was talked into putting an ad on one of those personal sites on the Internet by a girlfriend of mine, but that's how I met Mark and Jan. They answered my ad and told me they also had some ads out and gave me some web addresses so I could check them out. They were, '"A wmc, 34 & 41, looking for another female for friendship first and we'll see later" ok so far I thought, lets see what happens next. From our first E mail and IM conversation over the net we hit it off. Same ideas and opinions on work, relationships, money and sex among many other things. It was great and I looked forward to our chats every evening. As expected, we got around to the what do you look like questions and agreed to exchange photos. I remember how nervous I was when the E mail arrived with the "download" attachment. What if they didn't look anything like the description given me, or he was allot older then he said or the whole thing was a joke or a trick of some kind, or , or, or, Hell with it, I downloaded the photos and looked. So far so good again, they looked even better then I had pictured. The reply I got from them when they opened my photo was, "Is this really you? We don't believe it. If this is really you then you are beautiful." Guess they must have liked me to. That was soon followed by "this is our phone number and address, please call us or send us yours so we can call you." I thought about it for a second or two and then I called them. Mark answered the phone with a deep soft South Texas cowboy type voice, you know, the butter melting kind, and I remember getting a little damp just listening to him say " Hi sweetheart, we're sure glad you called us." Then he put Jan on the line to talk to me. What a surprise, she sounded great too, had just looked at my photo and got very busy telling me how beautiful and sexy she and Mark thought I was. You have to understand that I was not a swinger, had never considered having a sexual experience with someone watching me or with another woman under any conditions and was very surprised to find myself getting excited by looking at her photo and fantasizing about meeting them. Our phone and net conversations continued for several weeks. As we got to know each other better I realized that every conversation was becoming more suggestive and sexy. We finally got to the point where we decided enough talk and suggestions, its time to get together. Because we lived several hundred miles apart we decided to meet in a city located between us and they insisted on paying my air fare there and back. The plan was for them to drive in, so we would have transportation, get rooms for us and pick me up at the airport where we could have a drink and see each other for the first time. If everything looked good we had worked out some "go" signals. If not, we would just visit and I could catch the next flight home without having to leave the security of the terminal. The Saturday arrived and I headed to the airport, boarded my flight and in less than an hour I was walking down the ramp and into the terminal. I recognized them the second I passed through the gate. They looked even better then their photos, what a relief, I was excited. Now the question was, will they like me? We all had a nice welcome hug and when Jans' tits pressed against mine I really got excited. It only took half my drink before I was sure and I found out later they hadn't needed a drink at all, they decided the second they saw me. Our secret singles became unnecessary, we just looked at each other, smiled and Mark ask, " Well ladies, what are we doing here?" We were off to the hotel. Mark had done an excellent job picking rooms. We had beautiful adjoining executive suites in one of the best hotels in town. I was relaxed and tense, excited and scared, hot and nervous all at the same time, a real adrenaline rush was happening and I loved it. I checked out my suite, put my makeup case on the vanity, checked myself over in the full length mirror, (I really did look sexy that day), took a couple of deep breaths and headed for the door that connected our suites. Ready or not here I cum, I thought as I entered Jan and Marks' room. I was wearing a pair of black tie-on 4 inch spike heals and my sexiest open top sun dress. It was dark blue with white polkadots and showed enough of my tits and smooth tan legs to make guys pitch pup tints in their wranglers. I was hot and I knew it. My hair and nails looked great and my body was shaved, smoothed and tanned to perfection. I already knew I could turn Mark on, men are never any good at hiding it, but I wasn't sure at all about Jan. "Damn" I thought as I looked at her, she was delicious. She, like me, was wearing a very sexy low cut sun dress but hers' was red and it framed her beautiful tits even better then mine. The other difference in our dresses was mine buttoned down the front from top to bottom and hers' had a zipper in back. We were two very sexy women, the kind men, and even some women, dream about but never could have together like this. Mark looked good to. The expensive golf shirt was very sexy on him, as were the pair of just right Wranglers and beautiful peanut brittle colored ostrich boots with belt to match. He was 6 foot 1 or so, tan and in good shape, but not a mister America type mind you, just a very good looking normal man. He was sitting in one of the big arm chairs in the front room of the suite and Jan was leaning on the bar. I looked at Jan and said," I'd like to get to know Mark a little better first, if that's ok with you." She smiled, nodded at me and said, "go get him girl." Why had I taken the lead in this deal, not like me at all. Oh well, I better go do what I just said I wanted to do. I walked over to Mark, turned sideways and sat down on his lap, put my arms around his neck, leaned in and gave him the best, I want to fuck you bad big boy kiss I had. He was a great kisser. I felt his left hand move around to my side and his right hand firmly gripped the back of my neck as he gave me some deep, hot French. I sucked his tongue so he would know without a doubt what I had in mind next. If he can do this to my mouth I couldn't wait to see what he could do to my pussy. His tongue was not the only thing moving ether. I could feel his cock pulsing against my ass. It was harder then Algebra in the 3rd grade, and was starting to really move around under me. As he kissed me I felt his left hand squeeze my right tit and then slip into my lap where he started pulling my dress up to expose my legs and black G string. He put his hand on my inner thigh, squeezed it a couple of times, pushed my legs apart and went straight for my pussy. I spread my legs for him, letting him explore where ever he wanted to. His fingers must have had a masters degree in nasty. They knew every way I wanted to be touched. I was wet, hot and really horny when I remembered Jan. "Oh shit", what was she doing? Was she watching Mark play nasty with me, I hoped so.. I let Mark have his way till I felt him start to slide a finger under my G string so he could get me flesh to flesh. I reached down, grabbed his wrist and whispered in his ear, " not yet babe. I'm going to suck you first." I slipped off his lap and got on my knees in front of him. Jan moved over to the right side of the chair, smiled and nodded her approval as I began to run my hands over the pulsing mound in Marks' Wranglers. Pushing his legs apart, so I could move in between them, I unhooked his belt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Not enough room I thought but I was going to have his dick and nothing was going to slow me down. I found the slit in Marks shorts and in less time then it takes to say, "Fuck, what a beautiful cock," I had it in my hand. Seven and a half inches of thick, hard shaft with a perfect mushroom head. I squeezed it and licked a circle around the tip, slid my tongue down the base to his balls and sucked them, one at a time, into my mouth licking each as I sucked it in. I licked my way back to the top, paused for a second and rapidly flicked my tongue over the head until I felt it throb hard against my hand and then I sucked it fully into my mouth. I was licking his shaft inside my mouth and moving up and down on him with slow direct motions so he could feel every lick and suck I gave him. I moved my left hand to his balls and started to gently squeeze and stroke them. I could feel the muscles in his ass contract every time I squeezed or sucked him. I was giving him the hottest, nastiest blowjob I could. I wanted to drink his hot cum. With Marks' hard prick fucking my mouth, I looked up to see Jan striped out of her dress standing next to us in a red micro G string and red spike heals. She spread her legs and watched me suck Marks' dick while he kissed her tits and finger fucked her pussy. I wasn't ready but I came right then anyway, it was just too fucking hot. Like a scene out of a porno movie that I was in. In hell, I was the star, well the co-star anyway, with cum now running down my legs and all. Something I forgot to tell you about me. Once I cum, no matter how, I want more till I cum again. I know lots of women that only cum once and they are finished for the night or week or worse yet they never cum at all, but not me. Most of the time I liked to have my pussy eaten and fingered until I cum then have a hard dick fuck me until I cum 2 or 3 or more times, the record was 17, rest for a while and sometimes do it all over again. My first orgasm is like an appetizer at dinner, it just makes me hungry for the main course. I took one last suck on Marks' shaft and it made a popping sound as I released it from my mouth, like the sound of a cork leaving the neck of the wine bottle that had held it captive for years. He looked down to see why I had stopped sucking him but buy then I was up and stripping out of my black G string. I lifted my dress and spread my legs so they could look at my pussy. I watched Marks' fingers pump Jan as she licked her lips and looked at me. Here I was, sucking a cock, nice as it was, and spreading my legs open for a couple I had just met in person less then an hour ago and I loved it. I could be as sexy, slutty or nasty as I wanted. My only concern was that Jan might get upset watching me suck and fuck Mark so I figured I needed to give her some attention too but first I had to ride him. I climbed into the chair with him, spreading my legs open so I could straddle his cock. I felt it brush against my open lips and hard clit as I pulled my dress up so he could watch me suck his cock in with my pussy instead of my mouth. Mark let out a low mown as I buried his shaft all the way to his balls inside my pussy. He finger fucked Jan as she watched me ride his hard dick. I put my left arm around her waist, pulled her closer to me and started playing with her tits. They were unbelievable, firm but soft with a small mound under each hard nipple like a round cushion supporting and displaying it for my pleasure. I sucked one into my mouth and flicked my tough over it like I had done to Marks' cock. I hadn't had it in my mouth more then ten seconds when I knew it was too much for Mark. His thick shaft jerked hard as he pumped his hot load into me. One after another stream of hot cum shot up my cunt until it was running out all around his dick and down over his balls. Jan saw him cum and she went off to. I heard her say, " that's it babe ,fuck her, fuck her ass hard babe, make her pussy cum for me, make her cum right now!" She held on to the back of the chair with one hand and held Marks arm so he couldn't remove his fingers from her pussy, closed her eyes, let out a stream of the filthiest fucking sex language I have ever heard and pumped a load of pussy juice all over Marks hand which made him cum in me again. I forced his cock into me as deep as I could, bucked back and fourth on it and let go of the biggest climax I ever had . I shivered, quaked and rode him until I shot every drop of cum I had all over his hard dick and balls. Exhausted, I sat on him, feeling his hardon deflate inside me and letting the last of his cum drip out of my pussy all over his lap. I looked up at Jan and saw her smiling at me. She was standing beside us, her legs spread as if Marks' fingers were still working her over but now her G string was pulled aside exposing her full, ripe and very wet lips and clit to me. I couldn't take my eyes off her and for the first time in my life I had some idea of how a man must feel when he really wants pussy. I wanted to have her, and I wanted her to have me. Marks' soft cock slipped out of me and I climbed off him holding my hand out to Jan. She took it, pulled me to her and kissed me. It was like fire and ice, my mouth on fire her tongue to put it out. Soft and hard she was fucking my mouth like it was my pussy with her tongue. I forced my tongue back into her mouth and she sucked it in running it all around inside her lips and licking under it when it was on top of her tongue. She licked outside my lips the same way and flicked my top lip like she was eating my pussy and licking my clit. I pulled away from her, bit my lower lip slightly, and lead her into the bed room. My pussy was throbbing so hard I could hardly walk and I was having very nasty thoughts about what I was going to do to her and what she was going to do to me. She stood with her back to the end of the king sized bed. I faced her and kissed her soft wet mouth again as I pulled her G string off dropping it to the floor. As I stepped back to unbutton my dress she spread her legs, moved her hand to her pussy and finger fucked herself for me. I only had to unbutton the first 6 or seven buttons and my dress hit the floor around my feet. I stepped out of the circle of white polkadots and let Jan take in my black lace covered tits and freshly fucked pussy. She opened her mouth slightly and licked her lips as I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I teased her for a second or two by holding it on after I unhooked it and then let it hit the floor on top of my dress. She made a small O with her lips and blew softly in my direction. I moved my hands down my body to the top of my pussy still dripping with Marks' cum, spread my legs open to match hers, circled my clit with my index finger, stroked my pussy lips and let her watch me finger fuck myself to. Just like looking in a mirror and watching yourself only better. Mark, now completely nude, was leaning against the door jam. I invited him to come in and watch us from the chair next to the bed. He smiled, walked behind me running his hand across my firm ass as he went by and sat down. I returned my attention to Jan. It was so nasty having her watch me finger fuck myself as I watched her do the same thing, I wanted to make her cum. I spread my legs wider and finger fucked my pussy for her and Mark. I could see she was getting really turned on watching me and Marks cock was hard again. Jan was so hot and wet she couldn't keep her fingers in her cunt. I wanted my fingers in her so I moved over next to her, slid my hand in-between her hand and her spread legs and pushed 3 wet fingers into her hot tight box. I had never felt another pussy. No wonder men want this I thought as I finger fucked her soft wet pussy and stroked her hard clit. Her breath sucked in when I entered her and she pumped me like she was fucking Marks' hard cock. I wished I had been a man just then with about ten inches of thick hard prick ready to shove into her. I began to finger and massaged her clit and pussy lips in slow circles, just the way I liked to have my pussy touched and when she seemed ready I pushed my fingers into her again and pumped her hard and fast. She was getting ready to cum, but I had other plans. I pulled my wet fingers out of her and whispered in her ear "lay down babe so I can eat you." She sat on the end of the bed and as I knelt in front of her she laid back, pulled her sexy long legs into the air and spread open for me. I put my hands on her thighs, spread her wet lips open with my fingers and started eating her pussy. I stuck my tongue inside her as far as I could and licked her in a slow pulsing circle until she was moving her hips up and back to match. Mark was stroking his hard cock as he watched me tongue fuck her so I motioned for him to get on the bed with us. He got up, moved to the bed and positioned his hard prick over Jans' face. She sucked it into her mouth. I felt my cunt contract to the point where I moved my right hand from Jans' thigh to my pussy and started fingering myself again. I watched her suck Mark until I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and I could feel Jan getting there to. Mark pulled his gorged cock out of Jans' mouth, stroked it two or three times and shot a load of cum all over her tits. She quivered as he sprayed her chest and belly, then took his cock back into her mouth and sucked him dry. I shoved a finger deep into my cunt and unloaded as Jans' pussy bucked against me and pumped cum all over my face. She tasted so good I kept licking her till she stopped pumping her pussy into me. Mark collapsed next to Jan and I put my head down on her leg. We rested for a while and then Mark ask, " Anyone for dinner?" Jan and I both nodded, got up and headed for the shower together, (another story for another time). That was just the opening session of the weekend. You'll never believe what happen after dinner, dancing and drinks when the toys came out to play. Three's Not a Crowd Thanks to Millie for her infinite patience and expert editing * Paul lay back, sweat beading on his forehead, as her finger grazed over his nipple, her other hand rhythmically pumping his cock. Neither pausing nor hesitating, Janna timed each stroke precisely . . . up then down . . . up then down. Her fingernails pinched his nipple hard, the pain causing it to stiffen and crinkle even more than before, but still she wanked him, incessantly . . . up then down . . . up then down. Janna's head moved to his smooth, hairless chest, almost boy like in its appearance, and she began sucking on his tortured nipple, circling the small protuberance with her lips, her teeth nibbling on him. His balls felt as if they were about to explode, but still she stroked him . . . up then down . . . up then down. The slowness of her movement was becoming almost painful to him. He craved the release his orgasm would bring, but she never changed her rhythm, only smiled as her hand caressed him . . . up then down . . . up then down. Paul's hips began to rise in time with her movement, pushing himself into her hand, desperate for the final stimulation that would release the pressure inside him. "Naughty boy, lie still," she whispered, covering her hand in more lubricant. She sat astride him, preventing his thrusting, and continued relentlessly . . . up then down . . . up then down. "You want to come, don't you?" she whispered as more sweat appeared on his face. "Yes . . . yes . . . let me come, please," he begged, his expression adding to the desperation in his voice. Her grip tightened on his shaft but still her rhythm never altered. He began to feel light headed as the sensations overpowered him, the pain in his genitals almost unbearable. Janna looked at him and smiled, then bit hard into his right nipple as her hand suddenly moved faster on him. The combination of pleasure and pain as his balls emptied over his belly, chest, even his face, drove him to the edge of unconsciousness. His head swum as more and more cum poured from him, each jet seemingly as powerful as the previous one, but still she pumped . . . up then down . . . up then down. His pleading look began to take effect; she began to slow. Paul's hands strained against the restraints that tethered him securely to the uprights of the bed as her hand left his cock and he settled back onto the black satin sheet, his muscles aching from exertion. She looked down at the milky fluid covering his body. The smile momentarily left her face as her fingers travelled over him, collecting his ejaculate before coming to her mouth, tasting his essence. Her hand moved to his face, as if to comfort him, but instead her fingers collected the cum splattered there, once more bringing them to her mouth. But she didn't clean them, instead her hand turned towards him, smearing the cream onto his lips. Her brows rose questioningly; he paused for a second, opened his mouth and her fingers slipped inside. Paul had never tasted his own cum before; then again, he had never been tied to a bed or wanked so exquisitely either. He sucked on her fingers until they were clean, his saltiness filling his mouth, and then he sucked some more. "Did you like that?" she asked while loosening the thin leather straps that bound him to the bed. He wasn't sure if she meant the slow, oh so slow, wank she had given him or the sharing of his ejaculate later, but he answered,"Yes," to both. "I have a friend who would like to join us next time, would you like that?" Janna asked with a devious grin. The alarm bells should, and did, sound in his mind, but the image of two girls sliding over his body blotted out any reason. His imagination began conjuring up all sorts of permutations; every man's dream come true. "Yeah, that would be great," he answered, trying to remove the anticipation from his voice. 'Don't appear too eager', he thought, or she may change her mind. "I thought you might," she said, "I'll be in touch in the usual way, watch for me." Paul watched as she dressed, pulling on flowered panties that seemed so incongruous with what had just happened. They were the kind of panties a young schoolgirl may wear, not sexy but on this vixen they certainly were. He didn't attempt to dress himself he just laid, watching; even her dressing was erotic. He was captivated by Janna, and it worried him. There was so much he didn't know about her but as he watched, it became unimportant. He only knew he wanted her and whatever she demanded, he would fulfil. She walked back to him, kissing him gently on the forehead, as a mother would kiss a child. He began to wonder about her motives. He knew she hadn't climaxed, so why? What had she gained from their experience? They hadn't 'coupled', she had undeniably pleasured him, but he had barely touched her. He was still wondering as she slipped out of the door with a wave of her hand. Thoughts of their next encounter filled his mind driving all questions away. He could wait; after all, anticipation was part of 'the game'. * * * * Sitting at his computer, Paul scanned the names of the incoming visitors to the chat room, not reading them, only searching for hers. For the fourth night disappointment was etched into his face, his frustration growing as each pseudonym scrolled down the screen, but never hers. Sitting at her computer Janna's finger hovered over the enter key, her name already typed into the 'log on' window. A voice whispered to her over her shoulder. "Tonight?" he asked as his hand slid down to caress her breast. She thought for a moment before answering, "No, maybe tomorrow. Yes . . . tomorrow, he'll be ready for us then." She rested her head back against his midriff as his hand travelled lower. "You can wait can't you?" she muttered, her hand covering his and drawing it down to her already swollen clit. "Whatever you say, you always know best," he replied, his fingers working their magic and drawing groans of pleasure from her. No, not 'always', she thought. Since the time she caught him with gay magazines she had tried to guide him, always selecting the right partner for him, trying to keep him safe. Only once did she make a mistake and he paid the price. As she tended to his wounds that night she swore never to put him at risk again. From now on she would be with him, protecting him, the two of them together . . . always. * * * * Paul sat watching intently as the names rolled down the screen in a seemingly never ending list of the lonely and frustrated, but his eyes were searching for only one the others discarded, their requests for 'chat' or more ignored. He almost missed it, cursing himself for being so careless he 'double clicked it', opening another window on the screen, and waited. 'Hi,' appeared, 'have you been waiting long?' His fingers trembled as he answered her, 'No, not really, how are you?' 'Good, did you like our last meeting?' 'Yes', he typed, then desperately sought for an appropriate comment, a phrase that would convey how he felt for her, but before he could conjure one her words appeared before him. 'Want to meet again? We'll have fun, all three of us' Three of us, he closed his eyes for a moment and images flooded his mind . . . three of us, the words were seared into his brain. His hands were sweating as he typed, 'I can't wait, please tell me when and where?' He knew he was being clinical with his words but his thoughts were elsewhere. Three of us . . . yes. He 'logged off' his hands gripping the paper, the name of a dingy hotel, a room and a time written in large letters. Would her friend be blond, brunette or redhead, it didn't matter, only she mattered. The thought of a threesome excited him? But only with her as a part of it. His erection bobbed in front of him but it was ignored; only 'her' hand could excite him now. * * * * The table light flickered and almost died before glowing brightly again casting deep shadows around the hotel room and onto the bed. Janna looked down at the prone body that lay stretched out on the dingy white sheet before reaching out for the thin leather thongs that lay on the bedside table. Paul looked apprehensively at them, after the last time he wasn't sure, but it had been so exquisitely frustrating. A moment's indecision before he reached out and grasped the bedposts; waiting for her to tie him. His legs were next; spread eagling him on the bed, defenceless, at her mercy. Janna's lips brushed his and then moved down to his still tender nipple. He arched his body in anticipation, but no biting this time, her head continued its journey . . . downward, towards his hard cock. Closing his eyes he felt her warm breath on his sensitive glans before her mouth engulfed him. He barely heard the click of the door latch as she inched her way slowly up his body, her cunt leaving a trail glistening on his belly and chest. He could smell her arousal as she hovered just out of reach of his tongue then, lowering herself down, she brought her erect clit against his mouth. As he sucked and licked on her he could sense rather than hear the presence of another in the room. The rustling of clothes being removed confirmed his thoughts, as did the small hand that cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Her body astride him prevented him from seeing who was playing so expertly with him and his tethered hands left him at the mercy of the latecomer. He began to feel warm breath once more on the head of his cock as a soft hand slowly moved his foreskin back and forth over his glans. He could feel the breath hotter now, closer, before the warm interior of a mouth covered his cockhead and a tongue squirmed around his cumhole. She began rubbing herself harder against his mouth, her juices soaking his chin, while the unknown hand and mouth worked on him. Giving a low groan and almost feral growl she shuddered her way to her climax, cream pouring from her gaping cunt. Lifting herself off him she at last allowed him to see who was fellating him so expertly. The top of a blonde head came into view and although delicate, the obvious masculine features of a young boy. He strained again at his tethers but only succeeded in pushing his cock deeper into the boy's mouth. He tried to mouth the word 'no' but no sound ensued and the thin leather straps still him firmly against the bedposts, biting into his wrists. His struggles began to diminish as the familiar feelings coursed through his groin and, as if accepting the inevitable, he rested back onto the bed. Janna stood at the edge of the bed smiling at him as she ran her hands over the young boy's back. He knew who he was now . . . the same golden blonde hair, the same piercing blue eyes and small, almost snub nose. Her brother stopped sucking on him for a moment and looked deep into his eyes as if trying to telepathically confirm his identity. "Want me to carry on?" Rick asked, a smile playing around his mouth. Paul nodded slowly, not that he could have stopped him anyway, but he suddenly realised he didn't want to. It ceased to matter that the mouth covering his cock was a boys the feeling was the same. In fact he couldn't remember ever having a blowjob done so expertly. "I thought you would like it," Janna said. "You do like it, don't you?" Paul turned his head and looked at her, the small smile that almost shyly played on his lips was the only answer she needed. The double taboo of being sucked off by a man and the fact that his lovers were siblings began to dawn on him, especially as he watched her reach out to firmly grip Rick's erect cock and begin to rub slowly, as she had done to him. She was still gripping her brother's cock, her hand moving in the practiced rhythm she appeared to have perfected, as she began to untie Paul's restraints. Once he was free her head moved down to suck powerfully on her brother's hard erection. Paul began to run his fingers through the tight curls on the boy's head, pushing himself ever deeper into the welcoming mouth. Although he knew Rick was nineteen from the chat room conversations with his sister, he looked younger, like her his features belying his age. He knew that they were a year apart, she being the older and he wondered who had made the first move between them. Although he knew little about the boy, Janna's previous session with him proved her to be adventurous but this was a long way from normal experimentation. He watched as she changed positions to draw the boy's cock deeper into her mouth, her hand caressing her clit, before releasing him and sitting back onto the bed, coaxing her brother to move higher. Rick began to edge his way up Paul's body, in much the same way his sister had done, but this time it was an erect cock that was getting closer and closer to Paul's mouth. He stared at the approaching appendage uncertain as to what to do. Paul was still undecided, and not a little afraid, as the boy's cock touched his lips. This was something he had never even imagined let alone fantasised about. But the cock felt so smooth and inviting as it moved across his mouth, 'what harm could it do, to taste this young man's cock, just once?' he thought. His tongue edged out between pursed lips, and touched. "You don't have to suck him, it's ok," she said, as her fingers played around her swollen clit, her eyes devouring Rick's long, fat erection, as if she wished it was back deep into her throat. Paul surprised even himself as his mouth opened slowly and the boy's cock inched inside, the head sliding over his tongue, feeling almost natural to him. His hands slid around to the boy's cheeks, pulling him closer, allowing more and more of the hard shaft inside until he began to gag slightly as the head touched the back of his throat. The boy pulled back, concerned for a moment, but the pressure of the hands once more pulling him, insistently, reassured him and his thrusting slowly drove the cock deeper and deeper until his most of the shaft had disappeared inside. As if some unspoken signal had passed between the siblings Rick slipped off Paul's prone body to lie along side him; and for a few idyllic minutes they both shared the boy's hard rod; taking turns to suck on the smooth, bulbous head. Suddenly easing him to one side, Janna slid her leg over her brother and allowed his hard cock to enter her. Paul sat and watched as she rode him, sometimes slowly, at others furiously. A hand beckoned him closer and he felt his cock sandwiched between the lips of the siblings as they fucked. First the boy then her, took turns to suck on him, each with their own particular style but each so proficient at fellatio that soon, too soon, he could feel his climax imminent. As the cum poured from him in a seemingly never ending torrent Janna directed each jet into her brother's mouth, feeding him the salty ejaculate before clamping her lips on his to share it between them. Her riding became more frantic as their mouths worked the cum back and forth allowing not a drop to escape. Paul ran his hand down her back, between the cleft of her arse and onto the tight, full balls of the boy. As his fingers rolled the orbs in their sac he could feel the pulsing beginning. One deep thrust and a groan, and he watched as ejaculate escaped and slipped out of her stretched opening to pool on her brother's balls and drip onto the sheet. As his one hand played about the conjoining of the couple the other collected cum off the warm bodies and once more he tasted salty ejaculate . . . but this time not his own. Minutes later they lay, side by side, in the bed, all of them soaked with sweat and more intimate bodily fluids. "I knew you'd like it," she said, "after the first time when you tasted your own cum so greedily, I knew then you could become one of us, and maybe sometime, soon, you could fuck me as well." He nodded and smiled as the thought of his cock plundering her warm, wet chasm sent shivers down his body; and, of course, her brother's hard cock filling his mouth, the best of both worlds. As he looked at the two of them sharing his bed he knew, at least for them three was, most definitely, not a crowd. Like it or loathe it? Please rate it, with comments. Three's NOT a Crowd "Hiya luv" she shouted as she approached the entrance gates. She was wearing a gaudy purple, full-length dressing gown yet her face seemed to be made up ready for a night out. She was pretty though. "I'm Stella an' you must me Rob" she announced as she held out her hand. I was quite taken aback by how forward she was but there was definitely something about Stella that I liked. She had a certain star quality about her, there was no doubt about that and I'd only known her for 20 seconds! "You're spot on with your time Rob. We like that" Stella said. I pretended not to notice that she said "we" but I did wonder what, or who, she meant. She led me round the side of the house to what was obviously a garage conversion, and took me in by the side door. At first glance, inside looked a little bit like a home gymnasium but on further examination, I quickly realised what the room was used for. There was a long table in the centre of the room with a beach towel covering it's full length. There was a thick pillow at one end and several ropes at various places around the table. I was really taken aback. "Is that what I think it is? I thought you wanted some decorat..." "Yes it is and yes we do want some work doing" said a man who appeared from behind a screen. He was bare-chested and sporting a long towel that draped down from his waist. "Fancy a brew mate?" he asked as Stella went over and pecked him on the cheek. "Urm.... Yes....I wouldn't mind" I replied hesitantly. Stella whispered to him but just loud enough for me to hear. "Yeh, I'm okay. Let's go for it John" is what I was sure she said to him. "This is John by the way. John, Rob. Rob, John" Stella said and we shook hands. I was beginning to get very excited by this unexpected situation and I'm sure this didn't go unnoticed by Stella. "We haven't got a client for over an hour Rob" Stella declared, taking off her dressing gown to reveal a lacy black basque, crotchless panties and a very sexy stockings and suspender set ensemble. "Do you fancy joining us before you start?" What could I say? I hadn't had sex for over a week and here it was being offered gift-wrapped and crotchless on a plate. "Defo Stella. Shall I get naked?" I asked, a little too sheepishly. She nodded her agreement and I was naked in about 15 seconds, feeling relieved that I'd had a shower that morning. "I think I'll start by sucking you both off. Come here" she demanded. Her husband stood naked, cock in hand, as she wrapped her lips around my throbbing dick first. The firm touch of her hand and mouth feel fantastic, but the sight of her gently wanking her husband with the other hand was a tremendous turn on. For the first time in my life there was a chance I was going to take a cock into my mouth and this thought was, rather unexpectedly, turning me on all the more. She alternated between the two cocks very well. As she took John into her mouth, she gently wanked my shaft as I intently watched the blowjob taking place by my side. She kept this up very expertly for about five minutes. It wasn't the first time I'd been involved in a threesome but it was my first time with a married couple. The fact that this gorgeous woman was sucking my cock as her husband stood naked beside her gave me an incredibly horny feeling. "Are you gonna have a suck then?" she asked me, in such a way that I don't think I could possibly have said no. I didn't answer. I simply dropped to my knees by her side and let Stella feed me John's cock. I'd never imagined that if I did ever take a bloke's cock into my mouth it would be put there by his wife! He tasted rather good. A very similar taste to my own cock that I've tasted on the lips of many woman after giving me a blowjob; similar, but noticeably different. I could see Stella watching intently as I took more of John's thick cock into my mouth, squeezing his hairy balls as I did so. Stella gently stroked my dripping cock and John was purring his approval as I began to really enjoy my first taste of a man. "Okay. That's enough of that boys" announced Stella as she removed her panties to reveal a beautiful shaven cunt, perfect pussy lips and a bright red love heart tattooed just below her belly button. She moved over to the table and lay down on it. Her knees were in the air and her legs wide open as she positioned herself on her back with her head resting just over the edge of the table. John didn't need to be asked to take up his position at Stella's moist cunt and I didn't have any choice as she grabbed my cock and placed it firmly in her mouth. She began to deep-throat me as I played with her firm, natural tits. I leant forward as much as possibly could to see the precise moment that John entered her. It was a magnificent sight to be just inches from her lovely cunt as John entered her. The way her swelling lips pursed around his cock as he slowly began to fuck her was just as I imagined; just how it looks in the films. "Don't make me come!" I urged Stella as I encouraged her to suck on my bulging balls instead. She duly obliged which meant that I could lean even further forward for an even closer view. The pace of John's fucking and the wanton look on his face told me he wasn't too far away from coming so I stuck my cock back into Stella's mouth. I wanted to be sure that I was extra-hard when it was my turn! "I'm gonna come Babe" he announced. "In your mouth as per?" he asked, which was Stella's cue to sit up, withdraw his cock and open her mouth ready for John's hot spunk. I was their first 'client' of the day and there was lots of it. "Some for you too" she said smiling, as she wiped some spunk off her lips and put it into my mouth. It tasted rather good; a sweeter taste than I'd imagined. "How d'you want me? I think I'd like you inside me on my fours" Stella announced as hubby squeezed the last drops of spunk from his shrinking cock. "Sounds good to me" I answered as she slipped a condom onto my throbbing length. As expected, she rubbered me up quite expertly and in no time at all. I took my aching cock in my hand as I eagerly watched Stella clamber onto her fours. I couldn't help but notice how inviting her tight little arsehole looked as she offered herself to me but the gaping wet hole that was being presented to me at the end of the table was my more immediate concern. Although John had, in my opinion, a slightly shorter cock than average, it was nevertheless quite thick and Stella's cunt was still showing signs of the fucking that had finished two or three minutes earlier. This made my entry so easy and the inside of her cunt felt fantastic. I'm all for a nice tight hole but a smooth entry into a just-fucked cunt made for a wonderful experience. I had been fit to burst when Stella was sucking me off but the fact that she had been stretched already meant that I lasted for quite a while inside her, fucking her just as hard as I could. John sat grinning at the pair of us, his cock now extremely limp in his hand, as I started to grunt at them that I was about to come. I'd made every thrust into Stella's well-used cunt seem like it was to be my last and when I came, it was the most intense orgasm that any man could wish for. Spurt after spurt filled my condom and I was overwhelmed with the satisfaction of fucking this sexy, whorish lady in front of her smiling husband. I reluctantly withdrew from Stella, who had not reached orgasm despite the devoted attention of me and John, but was prevented from taking off my condom as Stella wanted to do it for me. She lovingly removed the full tube of latex from my cock with her right hand, then gently rubbed my cock with a cool, soothing baby wipe with her left hand. She planted a sly little kiss on my cock's glowing purple head as she reached for her dressing gown. With absolutely perfect timing John strode over, still naked, with an iced drink of pure orange juice for his wonderful wife and their naïve, and also naked, decorator/client/friend. "I presume you do have some decorating that you want me to do?" I asked nervously. "Yeah. Can you come back another day?" John asked.