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Ecstacy

By: SexyJennaInk



We had been out at a party all night long. "We" being my best friends, the twins, and I. Someone had handed us each a small pink pill as we entered the house, and we'd unquestioningly popped those pills in unison.

Bad idea.

How we'd even managed to get the three of us back here safely, I was never quite sure. We were sweating, we were zoning in and out of reality, and we were all three amazingly, insanely horny. Joel and I had had to pull Benji off several unsuspecting females as we stumbled home, most of them yelling and cussing, calling him a "Pervert!". 

And they'd never even seen him sober.

We'd made it home by some small grace of god, and Joel was currently laying on the bed moaning about how horny he was. The fact that he had his boxers around his ankles and was slowly stroking himself was certainly not helping my own condition. No sir.

"Morgan," he hissed. "Morg, help me! I need you."

I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head and he continued to stroke himself.

"I'll help him, Morgan," Benji volunteered, tearing his clothing off and diving on top of his brother.

"Umm, Benji?" I stammered. "Benj, I don't think you should touch him like that."

Benji was laying beside Joel, stroking his brother's erection slowly, eyeing Joel as though he were merely a fucktoy.

"Benj, get off him!" I begged. 

I realized that I was beyond fucked up on the X, and all I wanted right now was to fuck anything that walked too. Of course, watching a live sex show put on by twins? Yeah, that was fucking hot, but my conscience was weighing heavily. A voice was telling me not to let Benji do this to his brother, there would be hell to pay the next morning. So I tried to push Benji off Joel.

Tried being the operative terminology.

"No, Morgan," Benji cried out. "I want to fuck him."

"Benj, you can't!" I emphasized. "Please just get off him."

"Morgan, stop!" Joel whined. "I want him!"

"No, Joel, you don't! You're high as a kite right now, trust me."

Joel stared from my bloodshot eyes to his brother's dilated pupils. He was confused, lost, floating on the cloud of happiness that was the drug.

"Joely, lay down and ignore Morgan!" Benji cooed. "I'ma take care of you."

Joel simply nodded, still clutching his throbbing hard-on in his own hand.

Benji straddled Joel and scooting downward. Immediately, he began to tongue Joel's erection, getting him slick and ready, then naturally enveloping the length inside his warm mouth.

"Oh christ," Joel moaned. "That's it, that's what I need."

I watched in awe and horror. Would they remember this tomorrow? I knew I would. Would they damn me for allowing it to occur when I had the sense to try and stop them? I was still high, don't get me wrong. In fact, my own crotch was moist with want. I could feel it between my thighs, feel the ache for someone, anyone to place their lips to my sex. Watching Benji fellate his brother wasn't helping, either. Joel's soft moans and guttural grunts simply made my juices flow more rapidly.

"Morg-an," Joel hissed, his eyes mere slits.

"Yeah, Joel?"

"I'm cumming, Morg, I'm cumm.......ing," he hissed and he did. All over Benji's waiting tongue.

"Joely?" Benji grinned after licking his lips clean and wiping the remainder of Joel's release off with his hand.

Joel sat up on the bed, his dick already springing back to life. "Yeah?"

"I want to fuck you now!" Benji giggled.

I looked at the pair. Benji was as hard as a coal train right now, massaging his erection as his twin had earlier. He was using slow, steady strokes up and down, twisting his wrist whenever he ran his head up and over the head. Joel was watching nervously, his own cock stirring and beginning to re-rise.

They were beautiful. Their unique but equally appealing bodies complimented one another. Where Benji was slightly shorter, Joel had added height. Where Joel was slightly thinner, Benji had a masculine huskiness. Benji's bright colorful tattoos traveled the entire length of his body, while Joel's were largely confined to his right leg. Piercing marred Benji's natural beauty, but added to his exotic presentation. Joel had none of these. They both possessed hauting chocolate brown eyes, and dyed jet black hair. Identical yet seperate.

Two very different people who were once one.

Now Benji was trying to make them one once again.

"Benj, stop, please," I objected. "You can't fuck Joel."

Both their eyebrows raised in confusion.

"You'll never forgive me if I let you two do this," I stated matter-of-factly. "So just....Fuck me instead!" 

There. I'd said it. I'd made the offer.

"Morgan," Joel grinned. "Come 'ere."

I approached the bed and crawled between the brothers, happy that I would finally get the release I so needed.

"Morgan?" Benji smiled. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard your eyelashes are gonna curl."

Alright, so he had no tact. But he had a gorgeous body and an amazingly hard cock- and that was all that mattered right now.



Ecstacy



The story contains an account of drug use and a fully bisexual foursome between four consenting adults: two male & two female. This is in no way an endorsement of the use of any substance that is illegal wherever you are.

This story may be true, or it may be a figment of my somewhat active imagination. It might even be a combination of the two. Regardless, it is an insight in to my thinking, and is intended as much as a catharsis for myself, as it is as a piece of erotic writing.

If the subject matter is of no interest to you, then please leave now. I have no wish to offend, and even less desire to delete feedback e-mails from individuals who cannot understand some of the issues that this story raises.

Please read this with an open mind, and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ifits. 

* * * * *

MSN messenger connected and informed me of the myriad of e-mails awaiting my attention. Of course, they'd be the usual crap, mixed in with the less usual spam, and the occasional one of interest, but I had no reason to believe they'd be anything other than an inbox full of rubbish as usual. And I wasn't to be disappointed either. There was a page full of offers for penis extensions, fertilizer for your cock so that it would grow three extra inches in as many months, the Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee video, and goat weed or whatever "natural" high was the current vogue. Same old same old. And one more...

I decided to leave this one until last. I deleted the obvious spam, and flicked through the remainder to make sure they were spam before I deleted them, and then turned my attention to the only remaining unread item. I like to treat e-mail like Christmas presents, and save the best till last.

For some reason, and I still don't really know why, I decided to wait a minute or two before opening the mail. I made a coffee, and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl, and then finally opened it. I forget what the subject was, and I didn't recognize the e-mail address, but I felt like it contained something worth reading...and it had an attachment.

I opened it, and began to read. It was written by a man, for sure. I always think that men write differently to women. It's the way they phrase things and construct sentences. It always seem to be more, well, masculine. I don't know whether there's any scientific basis for this, but it seems that way to me. By the end of the first couple of paragraphs, I'd been introduced to Brad and Janet, an educated, professional, thirty something couple living in one of the nicer areas of Sydney, not far from myself and Al, my beautiful wife of a few years.

If you've read my other stories, you'll know that we like to "play" occasionally with other couples to scratch our "bi" itch, and if you haven't, you do now. So receiving an approach from another couple was nothing unusual in itself. However, until that point, they'd all been through a variety of adult contact sites. This guy had taken the time to find my e-mail address and contact us directly. 

Brad's missive continued with more details about themselves, their limited experience to that point, and what they were hoping to achieve. He had a couple of gentle bi experiences under his belt (pun intended), and Janet had never been with another woman, but was interested in trying. So far they sounded like our type of people. Educated, intelligent (note the distinction between the two), and above all else, serious.

I was beginning to like Brad. He wrote with authority, and had a good command of the English language. There was an elegance to his writing that suggested that the e-mail had been constructed with great care and thought. This was a guy who knew how to get what he wanted. I almost felt like he knew we'd be hooked the moment we read his words, and I have to admit to a distinct curiosity about him by the time I was half way through the mail.

As I approached the end, Brad told me that he'd read the stories I'd already posted, and felt like he knew me. He felt that we were the right people for them, and that the four of us could undoubtedly have a great deal of fun together. He signed off as elegantly as he'd written the rest of the mail, and I was left with the attached pictures to peruse. Rather than the usual variety of her with her legs akimbo showing her pussy to the world, or him with his dick in his hand or her mouth, they were a couple of rather normal holiday snaps with the faces blotted out, and one shot from the balcony of their apartment. The pictures of Brad and Janet did nothing to satisfy my curiosity as to their facial features, but more adequately demonstrated their general physical state, which can only be described as excellent. They were well dressed, they were obviously fit and healthy, and the snaps looked like they were taken somewhere reasonably exotic. The picture from the apartment was a fantastic panorama of Sydney Harbor, and was similar to a view we'd had a few years before. This was a couple with a little class and style.

Brad and Janet were the sort of people that we'd like. They were intelligent, educated, certainly not on the bread line, and knew what they wanted to achieve. All I had to do now was send a response and not fuck it up. So I carefully replied, making sure my grammar was correct, and trying to give the best possible impression. I even threw in a couple of small witticisms so that I didn't come across as too serious. In retrospect, I have no idea why I went so such effort, but it seemed the right thing to do at the time.

The following day, I received a reply written in the same well crafted, elegant fashion. Brad thanked me for the levity of my response, and suggested that we meet for a drink, and perhaps make a night of it by going to see a show at the Opera House. We'd met people over a beer before, but a show at the Opera House was a new one for us. More unusual still was the choice of entertainment: modern dance. Now, I'm the first to admit my lack of appreciation for the arts, and in truth, art is something that I look at and either like or don't like. That's as far as it goes. So after a quick check with Al to see whether she fancied the idea, I replied, gratefully accepting the offer, and including my mobile number so that Brad could contact me more easily. If nothing else came of this, I would have expanded my horizons a little at least. If I'd known then what was coming, I think I'd have run for cover.

He rang the next morning, and told me that the tickets were arranged and we agreed to meet in the bar outside an hour or so before the performance. Brad spoke with the same confidence and elegance that had been so evident in his writing. He was efficient without being brusque, buoyant without being effusive, and confident without being arrogant. If only some of the other couples we'd met had been like him.

36 hours later, Al and I were sitting at a table at the opera house bar waiting to meet Brad and Janet. Al had now read the e-mails, seen the pictures, and been given a thorough rundown of my opinions and assessment of our potential new friends. All we had to do was meet, enjoy each other's company, watch some modern dance, and then get together for hot steamy bi sex at some point in the future. Simple really!

Brad rang to find out where we were, and thirty seconds later, we were going through the rather stilted moments when you first meet the couple you're arranging to fuck. It's strange in a way. There's none of the maneuvering associated with trying to "chat up" a new partner. It's more like a business meeting.

Brad was 5' 10" with short dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He was smartly dressed in business attire, jacket & tie etc., but looked like he'd be much more at home in a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. He was slightly rugged in appearance, with a strong jaw line, and was obviously in good physical shape. Handsome would be the right word. Not quite an Adonis, but attractive without a doubt. 

Janet was 5' 2, with pale brown shoulder length hair that was tied back. She too was dressed in business clothes, although slightly less formal. I took a moment to study her. She was definitely an attractive woman, but not overtly sexy. Her body language was subtle, giving very little away about herself. I continued to watch as she spoke with Al. They shared a joke, and Janet smiled, her eyes flashing as she laughed. Outwardly, she was being quite guarded, but I got the impression that behind the smile was a passion and intensity that I found intriguing. 

We went through the usual chit chat and idle banter that is almost always associated with meeting new people, regardless of the environment, and began to get along very well. My initial assessment that they would be our kind of people was proving to be rather accurate, and the four of us were soon talking like old friends. After half an hour, I felt like I'd known them for years. This was something that I hadn't been expecting, and hadn't encountered before with the couples we'd met, and I have to say it came as a rather pleasant surprise. Before I knew it, our time was up, and we rushed to the Opera House to watch the dance.

In keeping with the evening's events so far, much to my surprise, I thoroughly enjoyed the show. I can't claim to understand much of it, if any, but I left thinking that it was a worthwhile experience. It wasn't that I was expecting to leave half way through, it's just that I was genuinely impressed by the whole thing. This is not to say that I am now an aficionado of all that is modern dance, and nor would I necessarily go again, but I'd had my money's worth and left feeling a bit better about life in general.

The four of us wondered out in to the cool night air, and, as we lived within a short distance of each other, Brad offered us a ride home. On the way, we decided that food was a good idea and stopped at a local Japanese restaurant for a take away. While waiting for our order, Brad and I chatted about various things, and the subject of drugs came up. Like many couples our age, we'd smoked a little grass, and had some great sex when stoned, and Brad assured me that they were no strangers to the experience themselves. I thought that he was about to tell me something further when the food arrived, and the conversation was interrupted. We went the short distance back to their place, and began to eat the fine array of sushi and sashimi that we'd bought. As we'd done at the beginning of the night, we chatted like old friends, and I found myself liking them both more and more. Not only were they both attractive to look at, they were attractive mentally. They had a intensity and passion for life that I found almost intoxicating. I wanted to know so much more about them.

Brad brought the topic of conversation back to drugs, and told us that they were familiar with a little more than just dope. In particular, they liked to indulge in a the occasional Ecstasy tablet. Because of the nature of their work, and the number of hours they put in, they would arrange to be "out of circulation" for a day or so. During this time, they'd take a tab each and get some serious relaxation and some very serious fucking.

Al and I looked at each other and smiled. We'd talked about trying E if the opportunity arose, and Brad and Janet seemed like the perfect accompaniment for the experiment. We talked at length about the physical effects, and what to expect. Brad had a good knowledge of the subject due to some training as a chemist, and assured us that if we chose to join them, we'd be taking something from a batch that had already been tried and tested by them. In retrospect, it seems strange trusting the word of a man I hardly knew, but at the time, I felt I had no reason to do otherwise. After all, he'd done his research looking for us, and had been nothing other than open and honest from the outset. Besides, in truth, I think myself and Al had made our minds up the moment the offer was put on the table. 

We finished dinner, and chatted for hours over a bottle of wine or two, and at somewhere around midnight, we said our thanks and goodbyes, and went home to think about what we were letting ourselves in for. The following morning, Friday, I received a message asking if Saturday was good for us. I rang Brad, and we arranged to meet at their place around 6:30. He left me with some instructions as to what and when to eat during the day, and that was that. It was all arranged. All we had to was bring ourselves and our imaginations.

The only thing remaining was to spend the next 24 hours finding out as much about Ecstasy and its effects as I could. If you're going to stick a chemical down your throat, or up you ass for that matter, you might as well be informed about what you're doing. True, there is an inherent risk with taking any illegal substance, but there's also a risk when you get in the car and drive, or cross the road. Of course, the best policy by far is to not do any of them, but life is not a dress rehearsal; there's no second chance. So the best you can do is make an informed decision, try to limit the risk factors, and go from there.

We had a late pasta lunch on Saturday, and whiled away the afternoon. I spent a few hours on the net researching what I could about E, and reading some user experiences. There is a wealth of opinion out there, ranging from sites calling for the distribution of E by governments, to those who advocate the death sentence for anyone caught in possession. In the middle are a wide variety of objective views giving sensible, professional or amateur advice.

By the time I was finished, I'd trawled through a huge amount of information, and felt that I knew what I was going to experience. I knew what to look out for with regards to symptoms and behavior, and so did Al. All we had to do was keep an eye on each other, and although we couldn't be 100% safe, we felt we'd approached the situation in a mature, sensible fashion and were ready to go ahead.

At 6:45, we arrived at Brad and Janet's place. We all sat together in the lounge room, drinking a beer and chatting about the plan for the evening. We talked about condoms, personal limitations and a whole range of subjects so that we all had the ground rules worked out. All we had to do was pop the pill, and a drug induced happiness would be right around the corner.

Brad nipped off for a moment, and came back with four bowls, containing four identical tablets. I picked mine up and looked at it. It had a smiling face embossed into one side: how appropriate. Other than that, it looked no different to an aspirin. I don't know what I was expecting, but it almost seemed disappointing. It was just a simple white tablet.

Brad's suggestion was that we took a half each, and if we wanted to, we could take the second half later. This seemed like a good plan, and that was that. No more than a minute later, I'd swallowed half of my first E tab, and was sitting around waiting for something to happen. Brad and Janet like to take theirs anally, and Al decided to do the same. They trouped off to the bathroom together, and mere moments later they were back.

Dance music was playing quietly in the background, and the first inkling I had of any effect from the E was a sudden urge to dance. I didn't feel like I was stoned, and certainly didn't feel drunk or out of control: I just felt like dancing. Fortunately, Brad informed me that we had work to do before we got too into the experience, and dragged me off to find some bedding for the lounge floor. Rather than trying to squeeze the four of us on to a bed, we simply put the mattress on the floor up against the couch, which by now had been covered with sheets and towels. Janet produced a box of toys, a large bottle of lube and a collection of DVDs. We were settling in for the night rather nicely. Brad then arrived with a 3 liter bladder of water, and we were told that we had everything we needed for the evening. All we had to do was sit back and follow the mood.

It was now about 30 minutes since we'd taken the tabs, and I was definitely getting into something. Al was laying with her head on my chest, and smiling to herself. Brad had turned the music up a little, and the bass from the dance music was almost hypnotic. I'd been a little hungry when we'd arrived, but that was long gone, and had been replaced with a feeling of great satisfaction. I just felt...good. I looked at Al again, and was struck by a wave of deep love for her. I couldn't help but stroke her hair gently, and run my fingers across her cheek. Brad and Janet were no different. I thought at the time that I could see their love. It seemed to radiate from them. It was almost like a halo. I truly understood what it was like to be in love. Not only did I love my wife beyond all measure, I thought I could see it.

The four of us stayed this way for what seemed like seconds, but was in reality about 30 minutes or so. We just chatted and cuddled our respective partners. The need to dance was now distant memory, and the deep emotional insight was slowing fading and being replaced by a something as yet undefined. 

It was around then that I began to take real note of what Brad and Janet were wearing. They both had very soft clothes made from very tactile materials. Janet in particular, was wearing a shirt and pants made from something similar to chamois leather or suede. I pointed them out to Al, who disentangled herself from my arms, and began to run her hands over Janet. It was erotic in the truest sense of the word. Conversation had ceased as such, and we were all obsessed with the feel of Janet in her clothes. Within seconds she had six hands caressing her body, her clothes, her hair, her face. She was smiling broadly, and there was no doubt that she was enjoying herself.

Al was laying to Janet's left, and moved closer, brushing her cheek against Janet's still covered breast. The slightest, almost imperceptible moan escaped Janet's lips, and Al moved in a little closer. She moved her head slowly upwards, kissing Janet's chest, shoulder and neck as she made her way towards her lips. And then, in what seemed like slow motion, they were kissing: gently; tenderly; almost motionless. Their lips were touching, but were hardly moving. Brad and I were on either side of the two women, and were both trying to get as close to our respective partners as possible: trying to get as much of our bodies in contact with theirs as we could. All the time, we were caressing them both, and watching intently. All four of us were lost in a world that had been unknown to me until that moment.

As we watched, their lips began to move more urgently. The tenderness and gentility were still there, but they were slowly being augmented with passion and arousal. Al's hand began to feel it's way to Janet's chest, and she was soon massaging her pert nipples through the fabric. Their kissing continued to intensify as Al began to unbutton the shirt: slowly, carefully, making sure to take a moment between each button to gently caress one or other of Janet's breasts. Eventually, the last button was undone, and her shirt fell open to reveal her naked chest. Her nipples were hard and a beautiful pink, atop her B cup breasts. I remember quite clearly thinking that when Al had finished, I was going to spend a some time getting acquainted with them. But for the moment, I was lost in the delicate rapture of two beautiful women doing something that only women can fully appreciate.

Al pulled away gently from Janet's mouth, kissing her lightly as she left, and dropped her head to her left breast, and began to kiss all over with the exception of the nipple. Janet watched intently as Al continued to kiss and lick all over her chest: first one breast, and then the other. She seemed almost mesmerized as my wife moved gently from one side to the other and then back again, with her mouth in permanent contact. And then she snaked her tongue out and licked a nipple. Janet drew a short breath and moaned at the sensation. Her arousal was clear to see. Her neck and the top of her chest were flushed, and her breathing had increased quite markedly. Al drew the nipple in to her mouth and began to suck in earnest, gently biting and tonguing at the same time.




Ecstacy



As she sucked, she began to remove the remainder of Janet's clothes. Brad tapped me on the shoulder and signaled for me to help Janet out of her pants, and moments later she was sitting in the middle of the four of us smiling broadly in just her panties. Al continued to suck insistently on her nipples for a few moments more, and then sat back admiring Janet's body.

From the instant we started touching Janet's clothes to that moment, we'd all been lost in a world far detached from reality, and yet I remember it all with such clarity. And then, as suddenly as we'd entered that place, we were out of it again and back into what felt like a level of normality. We all had a drink of water, and Al and I took the second half of our E tabs. The experience so far had been beautiful. We'd felt like dancing, then great emotion and love, and now those two had faded to the background, and all we wanted was to touch and be touched. We didn't feel horny in a normal sense. It was simply a desire to be as close to other bodies as possible.

Janet suggested that it was time Al was naked and she dutifully took her place in between the three of us. Janet began to slowly undress her as Brad and I ran our hands over her body in the same way we'd done previously. Every so often, Janet would lean forward to kiss her, and their tongues would meet in a private dance that was pure eroticism. Janet reached round behind Al and giggled as she struggled to undo the catch on her bra. She gently lowered the straps from Al's shoulders to reveal her beautiful D cup breasts. Her nipples were incredibly hard and puckered, and Janet immediately reached out and felt another woman for the first time. Seconds later she was kissing, licking and sucking. I could see the pleasure in Al's face, a look I know so well, and when saw me, she beamed a smile that said so much more than mere words ever could.

As we had with Janet, Brad and I removed Al's pants. The only difference this time was that Al wasn't wearing any underwear. Her almost completely shaven mound was immediately visible, and as her legs were slightly parted, I could see how wet she was. Her experience so far was obviously to her liking.

She "endured" Janet's ministrations for a few minutes, and then pushed her gently away, much to Janet's disapproval. She grabbed Janet around the waist, and pulled her down so that they could kiss and be as close as possible. Their hands were all over each other and their legs intertwined, as they lost themselves in a private world briefly. Al obviously had other plans. She slowly maneuvered Janet on to her back, and then kissed her way down to Janet's as yet unseen pussy. She gently pulled down the last remaining piece of clothing, and Brad completed the task, throwing them out of the way.

Al paused briefly, and looked up at Janet, silently requesting permission. Janet parted her legs slightly, allowing access, and Al needed no further confirmation. She put the heel of her thumb just above Janet's pussy and pulled back the skin gently to reveal an exquisite, nobly little clit. And with that, she swiped it with her tongue. The result was astounding. Janet bucked, and gasped, her eyes flashing brightly as she calmed, only for Al to repeat the action again and again and again. Janet's hands were gripping Al's head tightly as she was treated to her first female tongue lashing. When it comes to licking a pussy, Al is no slouch. She loves the taste of another woman, and takes as much as she can get when the chance arises.

Janet was treated for about 5 minutes or so, and then decided enough was enough and it was time she returned the favor. I looked over at Brad as they changed places. He was grinning from ear to ear as his wife enjoyed her first full bisexual experience. He smiled at me and winked, which I took to mean that every in the world was about as good as it could be. When I looked back at the girls, Janet was just about to taste her first woman. She took a moment to investigate the first pussy she'd ever been so close to. She touched it gently, pulling Al's lips to the side, and then very slowly, she bent her head forward and probed with her tongue. Al moaned at the contact, and seemingly inspired by the encouraging noises, Janet's tongue began exploring with more fervor. She began to lick and probe every part of my wife's soaking wet pussy, and when she found Al's clit, the result was almost as explosive as Al's first touch of hers. I'd seen Al in all manner of states in the past, but never quite like this. I guess the E was doing what it does best. 

The two of them pleasured each other for some time, before taking a break and turning their attention to myself and Brad. We'd been intently watching them for some time, and rather oddly, at no point had I thought about wanting to fuck either of them. I was lost in a world where touching, either with fingers or tongues, was everything. Penetration could wait.

Brad turned to the side, and took a drink of water from the bladder, and encouraged the rest of us to drink. When under the influence of Ecstasy, it's very easy to lose track of time, and ignore the body's need for food and drink. Brad had obviously decided that as it was our first time, he would ensure that we took on a little liquid whenever possible.

After the brief rest, it was Brad's turn in the middle, and he was treated to the same as the two girls had received. Six hands caressed him and slowly removed his clothing to reveal a beautiful chest with nicely toned muscles. Brad's body was not the sort typically seen on body builders. It was more buff, from years of playing sport. Despite all of the beautiful, erotic, girl/girl activity, the moment I saw Brad's chest, I had a very different feeling that I'd not really felt for a long time. He had liberal sprinkling of chest hair, that had obviously been trimmed, and it looked so appealing. I just wanted to bury my head in his chest, and get as close to another man as I could. What I knew of Brad, I liked, and being so close to one of the most beautiful male bodies I'd ever seen, I was filled with a pure desire for a man. 

My senses were reeling. Never before had I felt such lust when confronted with a man. I could hardly hold myself back from simply grabbing him and offering myself to him. He could have had me in anyway he so chose at that moment. I would have been a complete submissive; a mere tool for his pleasure.

The girls finished removing the remainder of Brad's clothes, and I sat feasting my eyes on him. Every inch of him was beautifully toned: not hard, and chiseled: just toned. His body hair was neatly trimmed from head to toe, and his thick cock looked like the most suckable, lickable, edible member I'd ever laid eyes on. I so wanted to simply devour him there and then. But for all of my desire, I simply couldn't. A little voice in my head kept telling me, "patience, patience...your time will come." And so I waited, and "restrained myself" as we all continued to pleasure him.

Brad, Janet and Al then turned their attention to me, and in what seemed like moments, I was naked. The three of them touched every part of me, both physically and mentally. I felt completely connected to them, as if we'd become one large being capable of the ultimate in self pleasure. I was lost in a world where there were no problems, no concerns, not even the slightest worry. I was happy beyond all understanding. The combination of the physical attention and the Ecstasy had taken me to a world that I'd never seen before, and I reveled in it's sheer, exquisite beauty.

I tried to wrap my arms around Brad and Janet and pulled them close. I wanted to feel their warmth, feel their skin against mine. I'd never felt like wanting to touch someone so much. In retrospect, perhaps I had a brief insight in to the working of the female mind.

I was shaken out of my reverie by the feel of a mouth engulfing my swollen cock. I looked down to see Al's lips almost reach my balls as she strove to get as much of me into her mouth as possible. She slowly lifted her head back up, so that only the very tip was hidden, while her talented tongue continually flicked backwards and forwards. If I thought I'd been in heaven before, I was only half way. I didn't believe that there was anything better in the world right then. Brad and Janet had disengaged themselves, and were intently watching Al as she repeated her movements: one moment almost choking on my cock in her throat, the next licking my shaft and head like a lollipop. Every so often, Janet would quietly gasp and comment on the sight before her. She was almost mesmerized by the activity in front of her. She bent forward to get a closer look, and moved closer, and closer, and God if she didn't get to my cock soon, I was going to explode.

And then she licked my balls, and I lost the plot. I had two mouths working on my cock and I don't think it could have been any harder. Never before had I felt such a sensation. The nerve endings were tingling, driving me almost insane with the depth of the sensation. My mind was focused on what was happening in my groin, to the exclusion of all else, and if the room had started burning around me, I don't think I'd have noticed, or even cared.

I wanted to cum. And I mean, I WANTED TO CUM! It's almost impossible to describe just how desperate I felt at that moment. But as before, it wasn't the typical male, animal, aggressive desire. It was simply a longing for the pleasure, the release. But I was to be denied...for now. The girls decided that I'd had enough for the moment, and turned their attention to Brad, who throughout my "ordeal" had been watching and gently playing with himself. I noticed that he was also incredibly hard, and I wondered whether this was purely the E, or a combination of it and the sexual activity. It didn't really matter right then. I had other things to think about.

I love watching Al suck cock. She does it with great enthusiasm. She's always looking for that new trick to enhance the experience for the recipient, and she always looks like she's truly enjoying herself. Of course, the reality is that she really does like to suck cock. In fact, she's rather keen on sucking most things. I'm not entirely sure that Brad was quite ready for what he was about to receive, and when Al set to work, with Janet's help, the look on his face was priceless. The two of them simply sucked him stupid. He was moaning and writhing underneath them, almost jumping up from where he was sitting as Al and Janet licked, sucked and nibbled every part of his cock. They'd stop every so often, and Al would grab his shaft very tightly and slowly move her hand up to squeeze out every bit of precum. She'd then flick her tongue over the eye and scoop up the liquid smiling at Brad as she did so. 

It must have been around 15 minutes or so before the girls stopped, and demanded the same from Brad and I. Brad passed around the water, and asked how I was feeling. The best I could come up with at the time, was a huge grin and "fucking fantastic". He wanted to know if I still felt "luvvy" or "dancy", or had I progressed to horny?

Horny? I was definitely well on the way. And then it struck me. For the past, 2 hours (2 hours already!?), I'd been lost in a variety of strange and rather exciting new worlds, each of which seemed to be a distinct improvement on the preceding one, but as we sat and chatted, I felt really rather normal. I was definitely under the influence, I was as happy as a pig in shit, but other than that, I felt really quite "straight". It struck me as a little odd how easy it was to step into the feeling and out again. It was nothing like being drunk. Once you're drunk, that's it: it's a very long, slow road back to sobriety. But with E, I could be buzzing away nicely, only to choose to be relatively "normal" again (whatever that means), if I so wanted.

Al "coughed" to remind me and Brad of our duties, and the break was over. It was time to earn our keep. The two girls sat next to each other, with their backs against the couch and their legs apart, awaiting for our ministrations. As chance would have it, Brad was on the same side as Al, so he dropped his head down, and began to seriously lick her pussy. I got my self comfortable between Janet's legs, and was presented with the same cunt I'd been watched my wife lick rather expertly some time before.

I gently spread Janet's lips, and aimed my tongue directly at her clit. Some women's are hard see at first, but there was no mistaking where Janet's was. It could have had a neon flashing sign to point it out to the world, and not been any more obvious. This is not to say that it was huge, or very long, just obvious. Of course, for a dumb male, this is a complete bonus, as there's little chance of missing it. So, armed with renewed confidence, I simply swiped it with my tongue and was duly rewarded with a gasp from Janet, and a "yeah...about there will be fine".

She tasted divine. I don't think I've ever found licking a pussy offensive, although there has been the odd one that didn't score too highly, but Janet's was going to go down (pun intended...again) as one of the best. I don't know why: I just liked it. I suppose it's in much the same way as I don't care much for cabbage, except the other way round.

I flicked again, and got the same response. I paused, and then did it again, and got the same response again. This was too much fun by half. A cast an eye at Al to see what was going on with her and Brad. He wasn't messing around. He'd lubed her pussy to make life that little bit easier and was now licking her clit while two fingers gently probed around inside her for her G-spot. From the look on her face, I could see that he'd already found it. This seemed like a good idea to me, so following Brad's lead, I grabbed a bit of lube, and moments later was sliding two fingers in and out of Janet's extremely slick cunt, while continuing to flick her clit every so often.

I looked up at her for confirmation that my actions were having the desired effect. She and Al had their mouths clamped together and were kissing each other ferociously, apparently trying to see who could fit the other's head into their mouth. They were completely lost in the moment as they moaned loudly and continued to feast on each others tongue and lips. There's something extremely erotic about two women kissing with such passion, and I felt inspired to continue my assault on Janet's, now rather slippery and extremely hot pussy.

Brad was obviously enjoying it as much as the rest of us, and he was merciless with Al as he pumped his fingers into her similarly hot, slippery hole. Janet's pleasure seemed to have reached a plateau, but Al's was just climbing and climbing and climbing. Ecstasy depresses the ability to orgasm to an extent for most people, but it appeared that Al did not fall in to this bracket. She was well on her way to "popping her cork", and Brad was going to do everything in his power to help her. Janet was now squeezing her tits and gently pinching her nipples as they continued to mash their faces together in a frenzy of kissing. Al's moans were getting higher and higher, and I knew she was moments away. Brad squeezed another finger in to her pussy and continued his remorseless assault on my now squealing wife. If she didn't cum soon, I thought she'd probably have a coronary. 

Brad's fingers and tongue were obviously not quite enough to get her over the line, and she began to thrust herself on to his hand and face for all she was worth. They were both now at fever pitch, and Al was surely mere seconds away from what was likely to be a small supernova like orgasm when it arrived. Her need to cum must have been almost unbearable by that time, and I was mentally urging her on as I continued my own assault of Janet's hot wet cunt. I had three fingers sliding in easily, and was trying to get a fourth going, when suddenly Al's moans were replaced with a shout and a string of unintelligible "words" as she finally reached the top and came like the proverbial train...and a fucking long train at that!

She was writhing around as Brad continued to slowly tongue her swollen clit. His fingers were still inside her, and she was still thrusting herself on to them, but the pace was slowing down as her orgasm finally subsided, to be replaced by a distinct glow. The fury and "violence" of her peak had caused myself and Janet to stop and watch the moment in wonder, and probably a little envy. Brad finally removed his fingers and tongue, and the three of us sat back to take stock of the sight before us. Al was leaning back against the couch breathing heavily. Her face was flushed bright red, and she looked like she just come back from a couple of hours at the gym. The only difference was the Cheshire cat like grin that stretched almost from ear to ear. 

I was smiling too. How could I not? I'd just seen my love have one of the most intensely enjoyable moments of her life. What more could a husband ask for? She looked around at the three of us, and looked a little embarrassed. She asked Brad for the water, and took a long drink. Brad took the bladder back when she was finished, and I smiled at her and simply asked, "How was that?"

"Wow" was all I got in return.

We were all covered in lube by this stage, and Janet suggested we have a few minutes rest and a shower, and then we could come back and play some more. The toys hadn't had a look in yet, and we were only about 2 ½ hours in. The E would be doing its magic for while longer yet, so we had plenty of time.

Janet grabbed my hand and said that we'd go first as there was really only room for two in the shower. Minutes later, I was as clean as I could be and smelling rather heavily of cinnamon soap. It was then that I became aware of another effect of the E: a heightened sense of smell. I was back to feeling pretty much normal, although distinctly happy, and I sat down and took on some water. I could smell the cinnamon from the soap. An orange and cranberry candle was burning nearby, and I thought I could detect each fruit individually. Everything was wonderfully pungent, and when Janet sat next to me, the smells of the cinnamon and the shampoo in her hair were intoxicating.

We chatted about nothing for a few minutes while Brad and Al cleaned up, and then for some reason, we started kissing. It was soft, gentle, almost feminine. There was no animal passion, just very tender contact. And just as we'd started, we stopped for no apparent reason. Janet laid her head on my chest, and we just lay there waiting for Al and Brad to return. We were both extremely content. There really is no better word for it.

They came back a few minutes later, both smiling as they toweled themselves. They joined us on the mattress, and the touching began again. At first very gentle, and almost imperceptible, and then, as our passions were re-ignited, it became stronger and more demanding. The fours of us became a tangled mess on the floor, and we were all touching and kissing whoever happened to be nearest at the time. I lost track of who I was under or on top of: who I was touching, or who's pussy my finger was inserted in. Sometimes, I'd be aware of another finger in the same hot well hole. It didn't matter who's it was. It just was. 

And then Brad kissed me.

At first it was gentle, just lips against lips. And then it became more intense. I could feel his stubble pressing against my chin as he forced his mouth against mine. I'd never kissed a man in this way before, and a little part of me was hesitant, not willing to take another step towards complete bisexuality. But, when his tongue began probing, I opened my mouth to accept it, and any nagging doubts was gone. I began thrusting my own tongue back in to his mouth. Our tongues dueled for supremacy. He was on top of me, pinning me down, and I remembered my submissive thoughts from earlier. Before that moment, I'd only ever sucked a cock, but suddenly a door was opened, and I looked in to a room full of new possibilities. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me: as close as we could get. I could feel his incredibly hot, hard cock against my stomach as we continued our assault on each other. Gone were the feelings of tenderness: the desire to touch. This was animal and raw. 




Ecstacy



My mind was reeling for what seemed like the thousandth time that evening. Every time I became comfortable with something new, yet another new experience presented itself. I let myself go. I wanted this man as I'd wanted him earlier, and now I was going to take the opportunity. We kissed almost ferociously. I grabbed his ass, sliding a finger between his cheeks and playing with his puckered hole. He grunted and forced his tongue back in to my mouth, pressing me back down on to the mattress. The girls by this time had stopped what they were doing, and were watching our "performance". Not that we cared. We were far too busy driving each other insane with animal lust. We rolled to the side, and I reached between us to grab his hard cock. He did the same, and we were soon shamelessly wanking each other. He was squeezing my shaft hard, forcing the blood in to my extremely swollen glans. My cock was so sensitive, and I could feel every hair on his body that came into contact with it. I gasped at the sensation, and that was enough to break the spell that had bound us together. We both fell back, and I realized I'd hardly breathed for the last few minutes. My heart was racing, and I was panting: almost exhausted.

The girls were sitting on the couch, slowly fingering each other. They were grinning broadly, having obviously enjoyed the show, and wanted to see more. I looked at Brad, and he smiled. "In a minute", I said. I leant backwards, and rested my head on his chest, relishing the warmth and strength. The lust had subsided again, and had been replaced with a desire for contact: to feel my body close to another. I became aware of a curious feeling. I no longer cared what sex people were. As far as I was concerned, they were just androgynous bodies for my pleasure. It didn't matter whether they had a cock, tits or a cunt. I just wanted to pleasure them, and have them pleasure me.

Brad reached out for the water bladder and I had to move. He took on some water, and passed it round. I needed a drink. I was sweating from the exertion of my tryst with him, and still breathing a little heavily. I gulped down a few mouthfuls, and sprawled on the mattress. Al was smiling at me. She'd never shown any interest in watching two men before, but as she told me later, when one of them was me, she found it intensely erotic.

I was gazing at her in a moment of complete love again. At that very moment, she was the very reason for my existence. If she ceased to be, I would too. I was dependent on her being. My moment of insight was short lived though as Brad grabbed my cock and promptly swallowed me whole. As I had before, I went from one emotional high to a completely different one. The lust welled up as I watched Brad suck me. He was salivating all over my cock, licking and biting every inch of my shaft and head. He was kneeling beside by prostrate body, bobbing his head up and down on my stiff member, making a complete meal of me. I was in heaven...again. I could only just reach his ass without moving, so, I shuffled myself a little closer, and began to feel the firm, warm flesh with my right hand. Again, I sneaked a finger in between, and began to play with his hole. As before, he grunted with pleasure and became a little more animated with his sucking.

I grabbed the cheek nearest to me, and pulled his ass towards my head. He seemed to understand immediately what I was after, and without letting my cock out of his mouth, he straddled my face, and I was presented with his cock mere inches from my mouth. I reached between the two of us, and pulled it down within reach of my tongue, and immediately began to lap at the underside. I tilted my head back and licked up an down his shaft and balls, before pulling the head in to my mouth, and beginning to return the favor. Very soon I was lost in the complete pleasure of a male sixty nine. I had my hands on his ass, and his thick cock pumping in to my mouth, while he was doing exactly the same. Yet again, we were lost in the moment. His cock was leaking precum at a phenomenal rate, and I was greedily swallowing it all. I desperately wanted him to cum: to fill my mouth with is hot salty seed. I wanted every bit of him. I was really working on his cock now, and he'd ceased paying mine any attention. He was grunting every time I swiped my tongue around his glans, and he was almost fucking my mouth like a cunt. I felt so used, and so wonderful. I was biting, licking, nibbling, squeezing. I was doing everything to his cock, that I like to have done to mine. I was like a child with a dummy, and simply would not let it out of my mouth. The harder I treated his cock, the more he grunted and moaned. I had a heady feeling of power and control, despite having my face fucked. I knew I had him where I wanted him, and the feeling was mutual.

After a while, he pulled himself away, and lay back against the couch. The girls were where we'd left them, still next to each other on the couch. However, they were oblivious to our activities, and were lost in their own little lesbian world. Al had picked up a rather short but very thick vibrator, and was slowly sliding it in and out of Janet's slick lubed pussy, while Janet had three fingers buried deep in Al's similarly wet cunt. Every so often, they'd turn their faces and kiss.

I got on to my knees, and moved between Al's legs. I pulled Janet's fingers out and licked the slick liquid from them, and then promptly stuffed my aching cock in to Al's pussy. Brad had removed the vibe from Janet, much to her disapproval, only to be greeted with a small cheer when he replaced it with his stiff cock. As I pumped gently in to Al's pussy, she reached across and began to rub Janet's nobly little clit. Within seconds, she was writhing on the couch. Her husband was filling her engorged cunt with his thick shaft, and my wife was tossing her stupid. She looked and sounded as though she was going to cum. She seemed to be so close, and yet unable to go the last few steps to get over the top. She was pinching and pulling her own nipples, as her head thrashed from side to side. But unlike Al, who by now was fucking herself silly on my cock, she just couldn't quite get over the line.

And it wasn't for lack of trying either. Brad was pumping furiously in to her, and she was thrusting back, trying to get as much cock in to her raging cunt as possible. Al was rubbing her clit frantically, while somehow managing to keep up a rhythm on my own throbbing tool, and I was leaning forward sucking one of her nipples while she pulled and tugged at the other. Despite this, she finally admitted defeat and called for a break.

We'd been fucking for ages. I couldn't believe how the time had gone. It was now about 4 hours since taking the Ecstasy, and I was "cooking" quite nicely. I loved every one, I wanted to dance, I was nicely horny, and the world was a fucking great place to be alive in. As we were all covered in lube again, we decided to clean up and have another shower. We were soon back on the mattress and we sat and chatted while idly playing with each other. We talked about the evening, and what had happened. We talked about how we felt emotionally and physically. Everyone agreed that it had been an outstanding experience so far.

We chatted for quite a while, probably half an hour or so. It was a nice come down from the excitement of earlier. Eventually, the gentle play was enough to spark the passion again, so we rubbed plenty of lube in to the girls' cunts and our cocks, and began all over again. We still had an hour or so of the E before it began to seriously fade, and it was time to make the most of it. Neither I, Brad nor Janet had managed to cum, but none of us cared. Orgasm was not the aim. Pleasure was the motivator, and there was plenty of that to go round. We all felt incredibly sated, and there was no urgency to our sex at all. It was very gentle stimulation of our complete mind and body.

At around 2 in the morning, I suddenly realized that I'd fallen asleep with Al in my arms. We'd been leaning against the couch watching Brad and Janet fuck. The next thing I knew, Brad was suggesting we use their bed. I woke Al, and we stumbled off to their bedroom, and collapsed in to the bed. Within seconds, we were both soundly asleep.

I woke at around 8:30, with that "not my own bed" feeling. Ah yes...falling asleep after a night of exquisite sex and debauchery. What an amazing night it had been. I'd experienced emotional and physical sensations beyond compare. The beauty and elegance of Al and Janet, the hard physicality of Brad. I'd kissed him. That was a new one. I needed to think about that. I needed a piss more though, so I got up to relieve the pressure in my bladder.

I clambered back in to bed, and Al snuggled up close, half awake. I sat lay there, propped up against the pillows, with my wife pressed tightly against my chest, and thought about the activities of the night before. Amazing was probably the right word. I'd done things I'd never done before, and while kissing a man still struck me a little too close to full bi-sexuality, I had to admit that it certainly had its charms. Even then, with no E left in my system, I really quite fancied kissing Brad again.

End of part 1. In part 2, Al and I discover that the previous night's Ecstasy was just the prelude. 



Ecstacy Times Three



Shelly asked me to come home from work early on Friday, so we could hang with her college friend Nancy, who came to town for the long weekend.

When I got here about noon, they were in the kitchen laughing. Shelly handed me a white pill -- from our stash of Ecstasy -- and a glass of water. I took the pill and drank the water, following it some juice. They'd just taken theirs about 20 minutes before, and felt nothing yet.

I changed from work clothes into some cargo shorts and a t-shirt; Shelly was wearing shorts and a tank top and Nancy was wearing running shorts and a runners top over a sports bra. We decided to walk around our neighborhood for a while, and strolled down the hill to the beach.

We sat on the beach and watched the waves come in and soaked in the warmth of the sun. For a while, the breeze kept us cool. But soon we were sweating and giggling a bit and started walking back to the house.

We were all glowing when we got back to the house, and we lay on the upstairs deck in the sun for a while; I achieved lizard consciousness and lost track of place and time and then Shelly decided the sun was too much and we should go crash on our bed.

We lay down and cuddled into each other, feeling the warmth and life of the people we touched. In a few minutes the impulse that the drug gives to be touched led to all of us quickly shedding our shirts. Nancy lay between Shelly and me; I felt more than just the heat of her skin against mine, it felt like I could feel the blood moving through her body under the skin. We pressed close to each other and finally I lay with my arm under her neck and my hand on Shelly's shoulder. We were all warm and slightly damp with sweat from the drug and our walk, and the smell of her unfamiliar skin against mine made me want to burrow closer to her.

I did for a while, then pulled my arm out and raised myself on my elbow and looked at the women.

Shelly was cuddled against Nancy's other side. She had a model's build, tall, incredibly slender, with a flat belly, muscular abs and small very firm breasts topped by shockingly long dark nipples that could be an inch and a half long when erect -- as they were now.

Nancy had a redhead's fine pale skin, with a slender woman's top on top of a larger woman's hips, rear and legs. Her breasts were larger and rounder than Shelly's, and her nipples were aureole-less small hard red buds at their tips.

I lay back down and we all spooned, and ran our hands over each other in a place that was sensual but not really sexual. Or that's how it was at the beginning...but sometime in the next half hour all of us began to suddenly begin moving against each other in a way that morphed from stroking to subtle grinding.

Nancy lifted herself, leaned over and kissed Shelly, and then turned and kissed me open-mouthed, her tongue twisting around mine. I sat up and looked at Shelly, who looked at her and then nodded yes to me. Nancy rose to her knees on the bed, and the three of us pulled down her running shorts.

Her bush was small with short rust red hair, and running the length of her leg was a line of her juice. That's an image that I keep and cherish as one of the most erotic of my life. Just her thigh, her fine red pubic hair, and the trail of her juices running down to her knee.

My erection was suddenly painfully hard. Shelly reached up and ran her fingers through Nancy's juices and licked them as Nancy turned, opened Shelly's pants and pulled down her shorts. Shelly had bushy black public hair, trimmed neatly to fit under bikini bottom, and her labia and clit - always large and prominent -- were bright red and swollen with arousal. Nancy reached down and ran her fingers up Shelly's labia and brought them glistening to her own mouth.

Shelly and I turned to each other and giggled. We turned to Nancy and had The Talk. Neither of us had ever tested positive for an STD -- in spite of some behavior that might not have been the most risk-free. Nancy said she never had either. I did point out that my very randy ex had managed to get herpes after we'd divorced, and Nancy was suddenly concerned. "You're sure?" "Yes, really."

"Well, maybe if you don't come in me..." "Um, OK. That's not really...oh, forget it. Sure." 

Four hands pulled down my shorts and pulled my very hard cock away from my body. Nancy ran her palms up and down my cock and leaned down to take me in her mouth for an instant, just enough to make me arch my back in pleasure. Shelly followed her, and then pulled herself over to me and pressed her body against me and kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth.

She turned her back to me and pressed her ass to me and then leaned forward and grabbed Nancy and kissed her.

I ran my fingers down her back and around her ass, rubbing them up her soaking labia, and then wasted no time and entered her from behind. Nancy's hand was splayed over Shelly's vagina, and she ran her fingers over our join as I rolled slowly in and out of my wife's pussy. Nancy moved her fingers to her clit and I felt her rolling it in circles as Shelly became more and more excited and pushed into me harder and harder. Shelly's orgasms were led by her pussy muscles swelling and tensing as tension spread through her entire body. At the point her entire body was tensed, when her eyelashes were tense, she would start to shudder and the shaking would translate into that familiar and wonderful rolling clenching movement up and down her pussy I felt just as she moaned "ahh...ahh...ahh" and turned back into me, tilting her head so I could kiss her while Nancy kissed her neck.

I rested for a moment, and then Nancy cupped my balls and slowly rolled them in her hand, running her thumb along the base of my cock where it entered Shelly. I pushed, not intending to, driven by an impulse from my spine triggered by her touch. And suddenly I was rhythmically pushing into Shelly, as she leaned forward, kissing Nancy and running her hands over her breasts. 

Nancy kept moving her fingers over my balls as I kept moving in and out of Shelly's swollen pussy. In a moment, I felt the thickening through the base of my cock that expanded toward the tip and then the warmth in my balls that suddenly rocketed through my cock and out in this wave of feeling into the rest of my body as I lost my breath and at the same time felt myself pumping come into her pussy. Nancy kept her fingers on the base of my cock and exclaimed "Oh, God! I felt you come!!" and started giggling.

All three of us started laughing at that. Nancy sat up over us and made excited gestures to try and describe how she'd felt my balls tighten and cock pulse under her fingers, and her vocal excitement was contagious so soon we all were helplessly laughing. At that point, Shelly and I had had group sex before, but somehow this time -- maybe because of the drug, or just our mood -- or, as I discovered later, because Shelly and Nancy had slept together in college -- the feeling was passionate, and yet light and just purely fun.

And then Nancy lay back down nestled against Shelly kissing and fondling her. She circled my half-erect cock and pulled it out of Shelly's pussy, then leaned down and licked it. I was immediately erect again. 

Shelly lay back and I kissed her as I moved across her onto Nancy. I spread her legs and I moved down between them. She had tiny inner lips and a clit that was bright red, rock hard, and very small. I ran my tongue over it while Shelly kissed her and then moved down to nibble one of her breasts. Nancy was so soaked that I had to swallow to clear the mild musky juice from my mouth, and there was already a puddle of her juice where her ass met the bed. I could see it running down from her pussy when I pulled back and looked at her. I'd never seen anyone so wet.

I moved back up and placed the tip of my cock at her entrance; she bucked her hips up and took me in all the way in one motion; I fell into her so far and fast the head of my cock bumped against her cervix as our public bones met. She was so wet it was almost frictionless as I slid in and out of her and we made liquid smacking sounds. It's hard to explain how good it feels to slide the first time into someone who you've never been with before; I'm told women feel exactly the same thing -- that the sensation of being spread open and entered by a strange cock is exhilarating beyond the pleasure from the fucking itself. I slid into her and felt strange vaginal walls slide up and over my cock, tighter and wetter than my wife's pussy, and with an internal landscape that was completely different. I tried like I always do to remember that moment and memorize how she felt, and sometimes I think I can remember. Telling the story helps.

We both gasped as I bottomed out in her and then pulled back and slid in again.

Shelly leaned on her elbow and watched us for a while as I simply spread Nancy's legs lifted myself onto my elbows, and drove into her. But as Nancy got more and more aroused, Shelly moved in next to us and began kissing one then the other of us and running her hands over Nancy's face and breasts. Suddenly with no buildup I felt the sharp contractions as Nancy came around me. Her contractions were different than Shelly's; they were entirely focused on the middle of her pussy, halfway down my cock, which just strongly clenched and clenched around me as she tilted her head back and thrust her arms out and flattened herself onto the bed. I felt myself beginning to move toward an orgasm, and moved quickly over to push Shelly down and spread her legs and slide into her. I think I started coming at the moment my cock was fully buried in her, and I shuddered over her as the orgasm spread from my core to my cock and then out to my arms and legs and I briefly lost motor control. Nancy ran her hands over my butt, and then reached down between my legs and felt my balls as they rested against Shelly.

I lay atop her as we moved against each other, soaked to the chest with Nancy's and her juices and slippery and warm and completely smelling like sex. Then Nancy pulled us to her and began kissing both of us, and I rolled off Shelly and let Nancy rub against her. Shelly wound up on top, running her immense brown nipples over Nancy's tiny red ones as she slid her belly back and forth until Nancy began to rock her hips into her. Shelly reached down and started fingering her, bringing Nancy to a point where she turned her face up and just could do nothing but breathe. I thought about moving behind them, but Shelly pushed me away and I wasn't really hard, so I decided to just watch for a bit and rest. She turned herself around to a sixty-nine position and opened Nancy's legs so she could lick her pussy. Nancy pulled Shelly's ass to her and leaned her head up and began licking at her clit. I was stupefied with lust and watched as Nancy came again and then fell back onto her pillow. Shelly pushed her ass down toward Nancy's face, but Nancy wasn't responding.

I pulled Shelly around so she faced the same way as Nancy, and lay her on top. Then I moved her knees so they were wrapped around Nancy's hips, while opening Nancy's legs; their pubic mounds were pressed against each other as I kneeled in back of them and entered Nancy with my half-hard cock. I stroked in and out of her, getting harder with each stroke, then pulled out and slid up and entered Shelly. I don't know how long I did this; it was just bliss as I fucked two pussies changing from one stroke to the next, until suddenly I began to feel my cock fill again and began to come into Shelly. I was so aroused that I lost conscious control of my body as I came. I lay on top of them trying to get air into my lungs then Nancy pushed out from the bottom -- our combined weight was too much. I fell to the side, bringing Shelly with me and slipping out of her, and Nancy kissed her breasts and then down the hollow running down the middle of her belly to her pussy. She buried herself in it and I heard moaning and slurping then ran my free hand over Shelly's pointed breasts until I felt her tensing against me and then shuddering as she grunted and came.

Nancy came up, her face soaking wet, and licked her lips. "I tasted both of you," she said as she came up and kissed Shelly. I licked her face, and tasted Shelly's juices.

We all collapsed back on the bed, and decided to take a shower and cool off and clean up. It felt wonderful to get the sweat and juices off of us, and we each spent some time paying special attention to soaping each other carefully. Shelly soaped my cock and balls and felt a bit of residual stiffness. She rinsed me and knelt down and took me in her mouth. Then Nancy did, and sooner than I expected, I was erect again.

We quickly toweled off and went back to bed...we started with Nancy licking Shelly, her ass in the air as I entered her from behind. Then we switched, with Shelly licking Nancy while I fucked her. I started to get more and more aroused, and Nancy said she wanted to watch me fuck Shelly and come in her. So Shelly straddled me while Nancy knelt at the corner of the bed, and we fucked slowly at first and then more and more fiercely until I was slamming into her swollen lips and then holding her up on my arched back as I got more and more excited, wondering what would happen if I came -- was there anything left in my balls to push out? And then I came into her. It stung and felt amazing at the same time.

We looked up and watched as Nancy knelt on one hand and her knees, her other hand between her legs making wet pocking sounds as she rubbed herself. Her breath began to shorten and her chest got redder and suddenly her hips were rolling into her hand and she was making an agonized but pleasured sound.

I reached down and pulled her to us. I was still in Shelly, softening after my orgasm, and Nancy was leaning against us, each of us lost in the feeling of the other bodies and the draining away of consciousness after an orgasm.

We lay still for some time, the afternoon sun lowering in the sky, and the air beginning to cool.

Shelly shifted half off of me and Nancy shifted half onto me, so we made a neat little triangular prism of our bodies. We had our arms around each other and each of us had our head in the hollow of someone's neck. "I could get used to this," I thought.

Shelly began to giggle. "What?" I asked, "you OK?" "Better, much better then OK," she replied. She lifted her head and asked "So what does it feel like for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do we feel like when you fuck us?"

"Different."

"Different how?"

"Well..." I looked for words. I slipped out and went to the bathroom, and brought back two hand mirrors. 

"Sit back on the bed and I'll try and talk about it."

Instead, they sat facing each other, legs apart. I gave each of them a mirror and asked them to look at the other's pussy and then their own. Nancy reached down with a finger and scooped up a droplet of my come from the bottom edge of Shelly's pussy and ostentatiously licked her finger clean. Shelly looked at the mirror and then at Nancy's pussy.

The two pussies couldn't have been more different. Nancy had just a little hair on the sides and a thin small bush of soft red hair above large outer lips and almost invisible inner ones. Shelly had a thick black bush that had been trimmed so it barely extended down the sides of her pussy, and out of it projected her clit -- well over half inch long when aroused -- and her large red inner lips.

I tried to explain. 

"Shelly's juices are more viscous, so there's more friction. Her pussy gets tight as she gets aroused, and when she comes, it rolls down her pussy from back to front."

Nancy reached down and ran her finger around Shelly's lips and then back and around her own.

"Nancy's pussy is physically tighter, and shorter -- so I bump into her cervix more easily. But she's so wet and her juices so thin that it feels almost frictionless. When she comes it's all about the middle of her pussy -- it spasms and clenches as she comes."

Shelly took two fingers and reached into Nancy's pussy, pushing deep, looking for her cervix. From the look on Nancy's face, she'd reached it. Nancy reached out and took Shelly's clit between two fingers, gently rolling it and then rubbing it as Shelly gasped. Both of them had labia that were red, soaking, distended -- they had been aroused for so long that it must have almost hurt. 

That's how I felt, anyway.

They each pulled the other to them and suddenly were holding each other, kissing, and rubbing each other with one hand. Shelly began to redden and her breath began to come more sharply until she grunted once hard and then began to keen...a high-pitched moan that rose and fell in volume as she shoved her hips against Nancy's hand. They lay against each other for a moment, and then I leaned in and held them both.

An inquisitive hand reached out for my cock, and began to slowly rub it.

Nancy pushed me back and then leaned down to take me in her mouth. Shelly took a breath, and then joined her. Two sets of lips and tongues soon had me hard again -- a kind of dull-feeling leaden erection that felt more like a baton than a hard cock.

Shelly slowly moved her mouth up and down me as Nancy slowly licked the base of my shaft and my balls.

Shelly sat up with a twinkle in her eye -- where she got the energy, I have no idea. She positioned us so that Nancy had her back to me and we were spooned on our side on the bed. I slipped my cock between her ass cheeks and up into her pussy, as Shelly knelt down and began to lick her clit and the line where we joined. 

I didn't move much -- I just pressed myself fully into Nancy and let Shelly lick her into a frenzy. Which got strong enough that she was moving, jerking actually back against me and then out and then pushing back and down hard enough that I almost felt like she was going to break my cock off. I reached down with my left hand and ran it between her cheeks. She was soaking wet there, and when I found the little mound of her asshole, it was so slippery that my finger just fell into it. I felt the muscle tense and then jerk and clench in time to the feeling I had of her pussy clenching around me.

She made an agonized sound that would have frightened me if I didn't know exactly how she felt, tensed, and then collapsed against me completely limp.

I propped myself up on my elbow as Shelly came up and held her face in her hands and kissed her. 

"Are you OK?" she asked Nancy.

"ooooohhhhh yes," came the weak reply.

I pulled out of her, erect and glistening, and looked at Shelly. She smiled and wagged her finger 'come-here.'

In a repeat of the beginning of all this, I crawled across Nancy and onto Shelly who lay on her back with her legs splayed as wide as they would go. I ran my closed hand over the surface of her vulva, and brought it up soaking to rub across her mouth. She flicked her tongue and licked it and I drove myself into her. 

It was a desperate effort to make myself come and climb off the plateau of arousal I'd been trapped on for an afternoon. I made myself think of the images of the day -- of the juices trickling down Nancy's leg, of the red pearl of her clit and the obvious flow of juices out of the small pussy behind it. Of my wife with her face buried in red pubic hair, or of my wife's wide labia being licked by Nancy's sharp tongue. I thought of the excitement on Nancy's face as we pulled down her shorts, and of the way Shelly's face had gone slack after Nancy had fingered her to an orgasm. I imagined what she had seen licking Nancy and I as we fucked, of the muscles around Nancy's pussy rippling around my cock and balls as she came. And I thought of Nancy excitedly saying "I felt you come!" and suddenly, with no premonition, I was coming into my wife's swollen pussy, my own cock sore and feeling as though I was pushing my soul from my heart into my wife one drop of come at a time. I collapsed on her and she held me, both of us sweating and covered in sex yet again.




Ecstacy Times Three



The sex crash combined with the drug crash, and we got up, drank some water, and roused Nancy. We threw on robes and clothes and went downstairs and had soup and listened to quiet music as we lounged on the sofa.

We took some aspirin and drank more juice and went to bed.

Shelly was asleep immediately. I lay there in a state of disbelieving bliss. Nancy pulled my arm to her and then spooned her head onto my shoulder. I held her and kissed her gently on the forehead.

And damn if she didn't begin rubbing my cock again.

It was kind of sore, and I must have winced a bit because she pulled her hand back and then touched me again, this time with her hand slippery with her own juices. And damn if I didn't start getting hard again. She rubbed me a little more, then pulled me a little bit toward her and straddled me. She placed my cock at the head of her pussy and then we quietly pushed together -- trying not to wake Shelly. She rocked on me for I don't know how long, and then I stared moving more strongly and started to pull out. Nancy pushed herself down on me and said "Shhh... OK, OK..." I grunted and arched my back and felt my cock pulse. I'm not sure anything came out, but it was enough to trigger another orgasm from her, and we fell asleep her atop me, my cock inside her, and her head collapsed against my shoulder.

I woke up alone in the bed about ten the next morning in a silent house.

I grabbed my robe and padded around, and found a note from Shelly saying they had gone out to do some errands and get lunch and would be back in the early afternoon.

I took a shower, got dressed, and went grocery shopping, and then came home and changed the sheets and napped.

They woke me up as they walked into the bedroom. They held up two large bags from The Pleasure Chest, a sex shop in West Hollywood, and suddenly I was concerned. What had they bought?

Shelly pulled out a slender vibrator and some ben-wa balls. She said there were other things, but we could use them later. Nancy pulled out a Hitachi Magic Wand, an industrial-looking external vibrator that ran off of wall power.

Nancy and I wanted to use the Magic Wand on Shelly first, so we undressed her and plugged it in. Shelly brought a tube of lube out from her bag and covered the head of the vibrator with it and then lay back while Nancy ran it over her upper thighs, teasingly close to her pussy and then began to run it over the lips, just a little bit at a time. Shelly's arousal was obvious. She was starting to sweat and redden, and her pussy was engorged and her inner lips bright red and huge. Nancy ran the vibrator up and down over her lips, hovering over her clit, and Shelly bit her lip and came sharply and suddenly. She lay back, spent, and I took the vibrator from Nancy and said "Your turn..."

She undressed quickly and knelt on all fours on the bed, legs as far apart as she could make them. She was already dripping when I started running the vibrator over her pussy, and soon there were stands of juice that clung to parts of the vibrator as I moved it around her. She dropped to her elbows, arched her back and came without making a noise.

Shelly had been watching and when Nancy was done, sat up and leaned over to me. She took my shorts and t-shirt off and left my underwear. Then she wiped off the head of the Hitachi, placed it at the base of my cock and turned it on.

In a moment I was rock hard and she had to move my cock up under my underwear. Nancy sat up to watch, and then they stripped my underwear off and added some lube to the head of the vibrator. Nancy took it over, running it gently up and down my shaft as I began to moan and thrust against the vibrating head. I felt myself getting ready to come, and Shelly grabbed my cock and put just the tip in her mouth while Nancy kept the vibrator on the base and I pumped come into Shelly's mouth for what seemed like half an hour.

I tried to catch my breath, and Shelly leaned forward and shared my come with Nancy. The spit it back and forth several times, dripping it down each of their chins, and then reaching up and wiping it off each other as they swallowed.

Shelly and Nancy went into the bathroom and washed the ben wa balls and vibrator with soap and water and rinsed the dried them. They walked back into the bedroom, and the sight of the two nude, aroused, sexy women walking into the bedroom holding sex toys was stupefyingly arousing. My limp cock began to slowly pulse back to being half-hard.

Shelly lay back and Nancy and I gently rubbed her stiff labia, and spread the wetness from inside all over the mouth of her pussy. Then Nancy spit on each ball, warmed it in her hands and then slipped it in Shelly's pussy. Her pussy closed on the third ball, and she rolled her hips back and forth from side to side. Nancy took the vibrator, twisted the base, and it began to buzz quietly. She began to run it over the outer edge of Shelly's lips, barely touching them with the tip.

In just a moment, her lips were lined with droplets of vaginal juice as her pussy began to soak the balls she held inside herself. The vibrator smeared them back and forth over her pussy and then Nancy held it just against the side of her clit as she reached down and pressed the other side with her finger. As she did that, I could see the big muscles in Shelly's belly tense into two ridges and then she went "ohohohohohohoh ... ohhhh ... ah!" and then rocked her hips up and down and up and down again. Nancy kept the vibrator gently pressed against Shelly's lips, and Shelly just stayed rigid. Shelly looked up at Nancy with desperate eyes, and then Nancy moved the vibrator down and just pushed the head against her ass, and I watched as her pussy clenched and clenched and she groaned and her legs and arms began to shake.

Nancy looked at me with a glint in her eye. She reached in and pulled out one of the balls, covered in Shelly's viscous juices. I poked in and managed to get out another. I reached for the third one, but Shelly's pussy was just too sensitive, and she squirmed away from me laughing.

We wiped the vibrator and the two balls with Kleenex, and put them on the nightstand. 

Nancy took the vibrator and turned it back on, and began gently running it over her own pussy. She looked intently at it, and after a moment, I took it away and began running it over her nipples with one hand while running my finger around her pussy with my other. I pulled my finger away trailing a long string of her juices and out it to my mouth and licked it. Nancy leaned down and took my half-hard cock in her mouth and I was quickly very erect. I lay back on the bed, and pulled Nancy onto me, and then slipped my cock into her pussy. She pushed down on me and we squelched together as I felt her firm cervix. She kept herself pressed down on me as I rocked my hips and moved myself in her and felt her wrapped tightly and wetly around me.

Shelly sat up and held her from behind, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. Then she took the vibrator, turned it on, and began running it around the join between us. Nancy gasped and I drove harder into her and changed from gentle pushes to deep strokes. Shelly moved it up to Nancy's ass, and suddenly she was clenching my cock with her pussy and leaning down and driving her tongue into my mouth as she came.

She lay on me breathing and looked down and me and smiled. She rocked her hips and began to move herself up and down on me. "Stay in..." she said. I didn't need two invitations, and began to rock up and down underneath her. Shelly suddenly began licking my balls and the base of my cock and in just a second I slipped over the edge and drove myself into Nancy and felt my cock fill and pour and fill and pour and splash come out into her. 

Shelly kept gently licking my empty balls and then as I pulled out of Nancy, licked my cock as it came out. She popped up over Nancy and looked at me, ostentatiously licking her lips.

Nancy rolled off me, and Shelly knelt between her legs licking up my come while Nancy squirmed. Then Shelly moved up and took my still-hard cock in her mouth and moving her head up and down until suddenly I groaned and realized I was suddenly blindly horny.

But I couldn't fuck Shelly, because there was still a ben wa ball in her. So she stood at the edge of the bed, jumped up and down and then put one leg up on the bed. Nancy reached into her pussy and moved her fingers around until she hooked the ball and pulled it out. Shelly moved over me and pushed herself down on my cock. As we joined, we both groaned...we were aroused and sore at the same time. I moved up and down in her, thinking about the differences between her pussy and Nancy's -- thinking back to the time last night when I moved in between them from stroke to stroke. Shelly closed her eyes and sat up straight as I pushed into her, and then Nancy reached over and began fondling her nipples. 

I pulled Nancy over to me and pulled her sodden pussy over my face. I was immediately drenched in her juices -- tinged with my come -- and began licking my way to her pussy and clit. She leaned forward and held Shelly who reached down and began playing with her breasts as I pushed up into her.

I pushed harder into Shelly and slowly began to feel myself thicken and fill as I got ready to come in her. I lost my ability to effectively lick Nancy, and so she moved her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit just as I started pushing up into Shelly's pussy and coming, my legs shaking with exhaustion and excitement.

Nancy kept rubbing herself over me, and suddenly she was dripping onto my face and into my mouth and then her legs rhythmically tightened around me as she came. She relaxed down and her pussy was pressed to my lips, the juices running down my chin. I liked her once with a soft tongue, and she squirmed away.

She kissed Shelly, and pulled her off of me, my deflated cock sliding out of her and collapsing. They lay on either side of me, kissing me on either side of my face, and we fell asleep...