3 comments/ 41665 views/ 1 favorites LoSa-MaSa By: The Swan I think men truly are from Mars and women from Venus after seeing where my husband submitted his version of events (Group Sex) and where I submitted my version (Loving Wives). My name is Lora Sacco and my husband and I decided to each write down our feelings about how we got back together and what happened after we did. I did not read his version of events until he put it on Moon Glade's submissions and he did not read my version of events until I put it on The Swan's submissions. Those two pseudonyms are used by my girlfriend Debre who let us use them for our two accounts of how I lost my inhibitions and married the man of my dreams. -------------------------------- I was a real Tom Boy when I was growing up and my best friend was my next door neighbor Mark Sanderson. Mark and I were the same age and had the same interests. We were inseparable and even had our own secret names for one another. We used the first two letters of our first and last names and I was his LoSa and he was my MaSa. We used those names whenever we played Marco Polo and we always found one another. When I was thirteen my father got a transfer to Rapid City, South Dakota and I was heart broken to move away from The California Coast. Mark and I kept in contact until his father moved to a new job and somehow we lost one another's address. Over the next ten years I often wondered about Mark and hoped that he was happy and well. Rapid City was a very difficult place for me to come of age. There were plenty of last names in Long Beach that ended in a vowel, but very few in Rapid City. I made few friends because with my black hair and olive complexion I was often mistaken for an Indian by the whites in my high school and was not accepted by them. Likewise the Indian students did not accept me either. To add to my woes I began to develop quite rapidly after my 14th birthday and became very self-conscious of the stares I would get from the boys and even from grown men on the streets. I became very shy and frightened of my effect on the opposite sex. I overheard boys referring to me as Lora Saxxo or The Sex Sack and when I started to get asked out I refused all offers and did not even go to the senior prom. I graduated from high school with straight A's and went to an Ivy League school on the east coast (at last I was back on the sea even if the winters were cold and dreary). Boston had a large Italian American community and I did make some friends there and even began to date a little during my sophomore year of college, but I really was so painfully shy that when the guy I was dating tried to get his hand up my blouse I nearly screamed and ran from the car. After that I refused every date offer and focused more and more on my Marine Biology studies. When I graduated I was offered a full ride graduate scholarship at Scripps in San Diego and finally after ten years I was back on the California Coast. One afternoon I was having Gnocchi at my favorite Italian restaurant in La Jolla when someone behind me said, "LoSa?" When I turned around I was looking into those laughing aquiline blue eyes of my youth. Even though it had been ten years and he was now a five foot ten hunk I knew who it was and as my eyes began to water I said, "MaSa" and I rushed into Mark's arms. My shyness quickly evaporated around Mark and after our third date I knew he was the man I wanted to marry and the man that I wanted to give my virginity to. Mark had become an electrician and had done quite well in the booming California real estate developments. He lived in a very nice condominium complex with Olympic size swimming pools and I began to spend a lot of time swimming there and even kept a bathing suit at his place to change into as did his friend Mike Schiavone who would often come by for a swim. I did not like Mike much. When he met me he about ate me up with his eyes and then said, "Looks like five foot five of Italo-American dynamite, same as me, the only difference is you have an ass to die for and I would die to get some of it." Mark told Mike to cool it. I had turned red with embarrassment and Mike apologized and said he was just kidding, but my dislike for him was immediate. I thought I might be five five, but I doubt if you are an inch over five foot four, but I held my tongue and said nothing. Over the next few weeks I got to know quite a few of the people who lived in the condominiums or dated those that did. One warm day I was out by the pool sunbathing waiting for Mark to get home from work. Elaine, Moe's girl friend, was sitting next to me as we watched the twins, Ken and Keith, swim laps. Ken and Keith were identical twins. They were a little over six feet tall and it was obvious that they worked out regularly. They were very good looking guys and seemed to know it. Elaine languidly said to me, "I use to go out with them." I said to her, "You mean you use to go out with both of them?" "Yes," she answered "but I didn't know it at the time." "You mean they didn't tell you?" "I didn't even know that there were two of them at the time. One day I was out with one of them at a restaurant and this girl follows me into the toilet and asks me is that Ken or Keith? I asked her what she meant and she told me that she had been going out with Ken for two months before she discovered he had an identical twin. She said that one night one of the twins brought her back to the other twin's apartment by mistake and when he opened the door there was his mirror image. Ken lives in this complex and Keith lives in the next pool complex. When one of them starts dating a girl they take turns sleeping with her by simply changing condos on nights when they take her out, but that night Ken or Keith, whichever twin it was, had had a little too much to drink and the he took her home to his place by mistake where his twin was staying until the date was over." "What did she do?" "She didn't go into details, after all I was a complete stranger to her, she just told me that she wanted to warn that I was being used as a sex toy by those two." "What did you do?" "I kept going out with them and tried to figure out whether I was with Ken or Keith. I began to notice the little nuisances in their lovemaking. God they were both great in bed! When I was with one I fantasized about the other. One would always nibble the nape of my neck when he did me from behind. One would always nibble on my ear lobes... I began to fantasize about having them both." "But you did have them both." "At once" "Oh," I answered as I watched them emerge from the pool and felt a sexual thrill wash over me at the thought of the two of them at the same time. "Did you?" I asked in a shaking voice. Elaine sighed and said, "It was the most incredible experience of my life! Individually they were both tremendously good lovers, but together they worked as a team to pleasure me. I have never been so sexually satisfied in my life. It was amazing how they knew my body and what it liked. And I was amazed at myself and how totally uninhibited I was when I was together with them." "That's so hot," I said as I felt myself begin to get moist between my legs. Elaine ignored me and continued, "They told me that they always shared their girlfriends and had since high school. They would take turns with the girls they met until the girls finally figured it out. They told me that when that happened one of three things would always occur; either their girlfriend would get angry, sometimes very angry and that would be the last they would see of them, or the girl would ask them to decide which one wanted to date her exclusively and that was something they would never do, or the girl would do what I did and say let's drop the pretense and all go to bed together." "That was pretty daring of you, I would never have had the nerve," I said. Elaine languidly said as she reached for her lotion, "When a girl gets a chance like that she would be a fool to allow her inhibitions to get in the way of the experience of a lifetime. It took me awhile to get up the nerve to confront them." "How did you do it?" "I had started going out with Keith, but was never really sure which one of them I was with so one night after my third orgasm I simply said that was wonderful Keith or is it Ken?" "What happened then?" "Keith laughed and said we thought you knew, but we couldn't be sure. He asked me if I was upset about their sharing me and I told him that I had been at first, but that soon turned to intrigue. How could I really be upset when they both had treated me so well both in and out of bed? Keith asked what now and I told him the only thing better than making love to him or Ken would be to make love to both of them at once" "What did he say?" "He asked me if I wanted to go out with him and Ken and I told him that as much fun as they both were to be with I thought we might get just too many stares in public. I then asked him if he and Ken wanted to come over the next evening and Keith told me he was sure Ken was free because I was the only girl they were dating and we both laughed." "How long did it last?" I asked as I realized that my nipples were now rigid. "After three of the most glorious weeks of my life Keith told me that Ken had meant somebody else and that was the end of it. A little more than a year later, when I met Moe and he lived in the same complex as Keith, I was a little uncomfortable at first, but the twins are discreet and Moe moved in over a year after I had stopped seeing the twins so he has no idea. I just wish Moe was half the unselfish lover of either one of them. Moe is a very jealous and possessive lover. He knows that I was no virgin when we met, but like most Arab men he thinks he is the greatest lover in the world on one hand and on the other he could care less about my pleasure. He was actually told he has a golden penis when he was a little boy and he still believes it! Moe is short for Mohammad and Moe is from a very wealthy Arab family." "I know I've seen his Ferrari," I interjected. "He told me that after we are married I get the Ferrari and he gets a new one, but I'm not so sure..." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well he goes back to visit his family a great deal and he wants to be married in Saudi Arabia and I think that I might be some kind of a trophy wife to him and I am a little bit afraid that he has one or two other wives tucked away back there. I know I have an American passport, but our government doesn't appear to be very eager to help women that have problems with their Saudi husbands so I am having second thoughts. And, on top of that..." she said as her voice trailed off. I waited almost a minute and said, "Are you going to finish your sentence?" Elaine looked at me and swallowed and said, "Whenever Moe is away it takes every bit of will power I have to keep from calling Ken and Keith. If I thought I had a chance of getting them back, permanently, I would leave Moe in a heartbeat. Once you have had loving like that it's never the same." I didn't know what to say at that point and was relieved to see Mark walking through the gate so that I had an excuse to get away from Elaine and her so personal confession. That night over dinner I told Mark about what Elaine had told me and he said he never knew that she had gone out with the twins, but that the twins had quite a reputation. He told me that the night the one twin went to the wrong apartment in the complex that the girl they had been dating really freaked out. A few days later the police came around asking questions, but the police where kind of laughing about the whole thing themselves and the case was dropped after a few days. After that Mark said that he would notice who Keith was dating and taking up to his place and often wondered if it was actually Keith at the pool with the girl or Ken. Mark also told me that sometimes after they had been dating a girl for awhile they would both show up with her at condo parties or the pool and everyone that knew about them would just assume that the girl was now 'the meat in their sandwich'. I turned red with embarrassment when Mark said that and wished that I had never brought the subject up. Mark looked at me and apologized. He said, "I know that you are pretty innocent. Growing up in the Midwest is a lot different then coming of age in California. We accept a lot more out here without thinking about it too much and I am sorry if what I said shocked you." I looked into the eyes of the man I loved and realized that I had loved him since we shared a tree house together when we were twelve and said, "Mark you are right, I am innocent and you have been very patient with me about that." Mark said nothing and smiled into my face and then leaned over cupped my chin and kissed me. I looked into his eyes and without realizing I was going to say it I said, "Mark I want you to make love to me." The best thing I can say about the loss of my virginity is that it wasn't that painful, but it certainly was not that enjoyable either. Mark is an average sized guy and I have often been described as petite with a whippy body. I have raven black hair, good sized upturned breasts for my frame and, in the words of Mike, an ass to die for, but when it came to sex I discovered that, in Marks words, I was extremely tight. I was pretty sore after we did it the first time and as the weeks went by I did not loosen up much. Mark was very patient with me and when he tried to please me orally I told him he didn't have to do that. Mark laughed and told me that he always loved eating a little Italian and continued to caress me with his tongue until I was beginning to squirm in pleasure as his tongue darted into me. When he pulled open my lips and licked my clitoris I about jumped off the bed! Over the next few weeks Mark tried to get me to cum with his tongue and, although I found oral sex with him far more pleasurable than regular intercourse, I could only reach a sexual plateau of pleasure, but could never cum. One time Mike Schiavone invited himself along when Mark and I went out for Gnocchi and when Mark went to the toilet Mike said, "I just love eating a little Italian" and gave me a funny look. I turned red and wondered if Mark had talked to Mike about our sex lives and began to really loathe the little toad even more. I was relieved when Mark came back to the table. Mark wanted me to please him orally as well and I gradually learned to overcome my initial reservations about it and, although I loved the feel of his hot silkiness in my mouth, there was no way I could bring myself to swallow his cum. Mark would warn me when he got close to cumming and I would stop before he did. But as I got better at sucking his beautiful cock and became more comfortable and confident in my ability to bring him pleasure with my mouth, his warnings of imminent ejaculation got closer and closer to the fact. I knew he wanted to cum in my mouth, but I also knew that he wanted me to want him to cum in my mouth before he would. One Friday night after we had shared a bottle of wine and I was really enjoying the pleasure I was bringing him I felt his penis pulsate in my mouth and Mark groaned as his hands went to either side of my head and he pulled my mouth further down onto him. I panicked and pulled my mouth off of him just as a jet of cum shot past my cheek onto the leather couch and then another and another. I looked at the white streaks of cum as they began to slide down the leather and then I looked into my Mark's face and saw the frustration and without even thinking about what I was doing reached out with my index finger and scooped some of his ejaculate up with the tip of my finger and licked it off with my tongue as I looked into his eyes and said, "It's not so bad tasting; next time, I promise." The next afternoon I came over for a swim. Mark was eating some tacos and those bright yellow chili peppers he use to dare me to eat when we were kids together. When I walked by him in my bikini bottoms he pulled me over and said, "How about a little Italian for dessert?" Mark pulled down my bikini bottoms and started to lick me and then to thrust his tongue into me. I suddenly felt a burning sensation and began to feel like I was on fire down there. When we both figured out what had happened Mark took off my top and gave me a fiery kiss and pulled me down onto the bed he kept in the middle of the room. The bed was a bateaux lit made from a beautiful cherry wood that was smooth and elegant. Mark had the head board out from the wall a few feet in order to have a floor lamp behind the headboard for reading. When he took off my top and started kissing my nipples I said, "Mark I am on fire, you have to do something!" "I intend to," he said as he guided himself into me, but by that time I was very uncomfortable and after a minute or two begged him to stop and get me a cold wet wash rag. Mark reluctantly withdrew from me then gave me a mischievous smile and said, "I know just the thing" and went to the refrigerator and came back sucking on one of those long popsicles that are shaped something like a penis, I think they are called Long John's or something like that. Mark then re-entered me for a few strokes and withdrew replacing himself with the popsicle. I giggled and told him, "That's cold!" Mark then withdrew the popsicle and re-entered me with his hot cock and said, "Is that better?" After a few more thrusts into me while he smiled at me and licked the Popsicle that had so recently been inside me he once again he replaced his hot cock with the popsicle. I giggled and he said, "This is the famous MaSa hot and cold treatment for burning pussies." "I think I like it." I said as I felt myself beginning to become increasingly aroused. I am not sure what happened that afternoon. Perhaps it was the effect of the chili peppers on my mucous membranes (Mark thinks chili peppers must be a form of Spanish Fly), perhaps it was the popsicle and the relaxed laughter that started our sex session or perhaps it was the effect of Elaine's story, but Mark and I began to have some serious sweaty sex that afternoon. After Mark came in me the first time and went soft I went down on him without hesitation and the spontaneity of that act had its effect on him as did the taste of our combined juices on me. I intended to bring Mark to a second organism with my mouth. I wanted to keep my promise to him and let him cum in my mouth and watch me swallow every drop. I wanted to taste him and I wanted him to know that, but when he became hard again Mike re-entered me a second time and this time the sex lasted a very long time and even though he was still tremendously tight for me the lubrication of the previous ejaculation made things more comfortable. I could feel the beginnings of my first orgasm building in the pit of my stomach as I strained up to meet his every thrust. We were both bathed in sweat and then just as I could feel the possibility of my tremendous need being filled Mark groaned and came into me a second time. "Mark please, please doesn't stop" I begged. "I am so close, so close" I pleaded. What happened next is still a matter of some controversy between us. I heard Mark say, "Do you want my hand?" And I said, "Yes! Please yes!" But Mark says he said, "Do you want Mike to give us a hand?" Mike had come into the condo (without knocking as usual) to get his bathing suit and I did not hear him, but Mark saw him and did not say anything as he was cumming into me at that moment. Mark covered my mouth with his and slid off and out of me and knelt beside the bed while he continued to passionately kiss me. I continued to kiss Mark while the cool air washed over my rigid nipples and cooled the perspiration on my body. I could feel my clitoris throbbing with every pulse and I reached for Marks right arm and tried to push it down to my throbbing pussy, but Mark continued to cup both my breasts in his hands as he kissed me. And then I felt the weight of somebody else on the bed between my legs! My eyes shot open, but all I could see was Mark's face as he continued to kiss me. And then I felt a cock easily slide into my inflamed cum soaked pussy and I heard Mike Schiavone snicker, "Oh God that feels sooo good." LoSa-MaSa I could not believe what was happening! "Mark?" I said as he broke the kiss. For the first time I had a clear view of Mike Schiavone between my legs and I looked at him and back at Mark who bent over and kissed me again. I returned his kiss and realized that I was meeting every one of Mike's thrusts and was close to cumming again. Mike was a lot smaller that Mark, but he was hard as a rock and he was holding my hips up off the bed and really pounding what he had into me. If Mark had fucked me that hard with his bigger penis it would have been terribly uncomfortable for me, even painful, but Mike with his small cock could really abuse my hungry pussy without hurting me...and I was loving it! The very idea of Mike Schiavone inside of me was loathsome to me yet I was responding to his every thrust. Mark kissed me again and then took one of my burstingly hard nipples into his mouth and licked it and then began to alternate licking my nipples while Mike continued to pummel my poor battered, but so willing, pussy. I began to groan and wrapped my legs around Mike's back and arched my back off the bed and abandoned any pretense of reticence at what was happening to me. Suddenly Mike stopped pounding into me and held my hips up and pushed himself as deep into me as he could and held still and then I could feel him ejaculating into me. I practically screamed, "No! Not yet! Please please don't stop!" Mike looked down at me and said, "Shit, I always knew she would be hot, but look at her she is nuts for it!" I frantically looked over at Mark and then back at Mike and then to Mark again and began to cry and begged them, "Please...one of you...please..." Mike said to Mark, "Should I get the twins? I saw them down at the pool when I came in." Before Mark could answer I said, "Please, oh God please." Mark said to me, "Please what?" "Please get the twins" "To do what?" "Mark please don't make this harder than it is...don't make me beg..." "Lola what just happened was a simple and spontaneous and unpremeditated three-way that happened by accident. If you invite the twins up you will be...." And before Mark could finish his sentence Mike said, "Our slut forever." Mark turned on Mike and said, "Just shut the fuck up Schiavone. Lola will never be your slut. If you say one more thing I will throw your sorry little ass out of this apartment." Mark then turned to me and said, "Lola you have to understand there's two of them. They are both a lot bigger than Mike and I...in everyway. If I invite them up they are both going to want to have you. I won't be able to control the situation. If you ask me to invite them up you are asking to be ....." Mark could not bring himself to finish the sentence and finally I said, "I will be what Mark?" Mark looked into my eyes and in a shaking and horse voice he said, "You will be asking to be gangbanged." I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip while all the things that Elaine had said swirled around in my head, "Once in a lifetime, most incredible sex ever, worked as a team to please me, totally uninhibited" and I visualized myself sandwiched between them while one nibbled on the nape of my neck and the other my ear lobe. What I said next could cost me the man I loved I knew, but if he really loved me would he understand my need? Finally I marshaled up all my courage and said, "Invite them up." Mark pulled on his pants and went down to the pool. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed in anticipation and fear. I thought about jumping up and putting my clothes on and running from the apartment, but before I could do anything Mike Schiavone said, "I always knew you were a virgin waiting to become a slut." I opened my eyes and looked up into his leering face and asked, "How did you know I was a virgin?" "Mark told me. He thought that you might be too inhibited for him. He still hasn't cum in your mouth yet has he?" I felt so betrayed at that moment. Mark had discussed our sex lives with that little turd! I knew now that I would stay and be a willing participant in my own debasement. I would be their sex toy and I would show Mark... And then the twins came into the room behind Mark and I heard one of them say, "What have we here?" And I looked up at them from my totally nude position in the middle of that massive and beautiful bateau lit while the combined cum of Mark and Mike dripped out of my still hungry pussy and I looked into Marks eyes and said, "A gangbang." When I said that I felt my nipples and clitoris harden and throb with each pulse. After a moment of dead silence Mark said, "My slut's first gangbang." I closed my eyes in anticipation and thought about what Mark had just said. He had called me his slut and he said that this was my first gangbang. That implied that he still wanted me in his life and it implied that there would be more gangbangs. I was happy about the first implication and unsure about the second. As the twins stepped out of their bathing suits Mark said, "What ever Lola wants Lola gets." When I saw the size of their cocks I quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and was thinking about running for the door, but instead reached out in fear and fascination for both of them and began to alternate licking the heads of their huge cocks. They were both so big that my hand could not go around them. I could only get the head of their cocks in my mouth and even then my jaw was stretched beyond its comfort point. One twin stood on each side of my head and in the space between them I could see Mark standing and watching my depraved actions. I looked into his eyes while I alternated sucking and licking those two massive identical cocks. I wanted to make them both cum in my mouth in order to avoid trying to fit those monsters inside of me, but the more I tried the more turned on I got and the more I wanted a cock, any cock, inside me, even if it was one that was too big for me. One of the twins pulled away from me and lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of him and began to kiss and caress me. Then I felt the shock of cold baby oil being poured on my back from the nape of my neck to my buttocks and down both legs to my ankles. The second twin began to massage the baby oil into me and worked his strong hands up from my ankles to my calves and then up to my thighs and then the small of my back and my shoulders and neck. It felt so good as the oil began to warm up and the tenseness began to dissolve from my muscles. Then the twin that I was on top of rolled me over and they both repeated the process on the front of my body. Now I was glistening in baby oil while four hands rubbed my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. Each twin took a nipple in their mouth and began to lick and kiss them. I rested my hands on the back of each of their heads and smiled up at Mark in my sexual haze as they began to fondle their way down to my inner thighs... I began to revel in what was happening to me and what I was becoming. The fact that Mark was observing it all somehow made it even more exciting. I felt capable of anything. I wanted to be their sex toy. I wanted to submit to what ever they wanted to do to me. I wanted to surrender to sex. To let my sexual needs be created and filled by them, by all of them... in anyway that they desired. When they lifted me up and stuffed pillows under the small of my back a sudden pang of fear shot through me. I knew what they were preparing me for and I didn't think I could no matter how much I wanted it. I looked into the eyes of the twin that was positioning himself between my legs and said, "Please don't hurt me." The other twin kissed me and said, "Don't worry we won't hurt you." I felt the twin between my legs began to rub the head of his penis up and down my vaginal lips and then slide his entire length up and down my now clasping outer lips. Each time he did that I could feel my clitoris becoming increasingly engorged from the stimulation. I began to crave and fear his ultimate penetration of me, but gradually the craving for fulfillment took precedence and I began to strain up toward him. The other twin was showering me with small kisses to my neck, eyes, ears, breasts and nipples and then deep passionate kisses to my mouth. Whenever he would come back to my mouth I would suck his tongue into my mouth with greater and greater passion. Finally the twin between my legs said, "I think she's ready" and they changed positions. But this time the twin that had been running his cock up and down the length of my outer lips guided his cock toward my oh so willing mouth and I licked my own juices off of his glistening cock. I could feel the other twin guiding himself into me and could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. I was so wet from my own excitement as well as Mike and Mark's cum. I could feel that he was about half way into me before I began to feel any discomfort and at that point he began to withdraw and it felt like I was being turned inside out as I moaned, "Oh God!" Then, when just the tip was still being clasped by my hungry and extended pussy lips, he began to slowly re-enter me until once again I was filled with that huge throbbing piece of hot hard muscle. Gradually I began to feel no discomfort, even when he was almost all the way into me. Even though I was being stretched beyond anything I had ever thought possible I could feel myself clasping him with my vaginal muscles. It was like my nasty little pussy had a hot little mind of its own! I began to strain up into his slow gradual penetrations until I could feel our pubic bones grinding together and then he held himself all the way inside me without moving but flexed his cock in me and said, "I think she's beginning to purr." I didn't know what he meant until the other twin said, "I love that sound." And I realized that I was moaning deep in the back of my throat with each slow slow penetration. "Time to let me have some of that", said the twin whose cock I had been giving a tongue bath to and they switched positions again. I could feel the cool air rush inside my gaping pussy when he pulled out of me and then suddenly I was totally filled again. This time the cock that was at my mouth was much wetter and I thought that it must be covered with Mike's, Mark's and my juices as I licked its glistening surface clean. The twin above me held me tightly to him and rolled over on the bed and I now found myself on top. He pulled me down against his chest and began to kiss me while I rode up and down his massive steely hard shaft. I could feel the approaching orgasm and when I felt a well lubricated finger pressing against my anus I started to cum and the finger slid fully into me as my vagina continued to spasm around the twin inside of me. The twin inside of me continued to fuck me and I could feel a second orgasm approaching when I felt a steady pressure against my anus and realized what the second twin was attempting. We were all totally soaked in baby oil and even as I said, "No, your too big," I felt the head of his penis slip into my anal passage. The twin in my pussy withdrew all but the very tip of himself and the twin behind me slowly began to work his way into my ass. I heard Mike say, "Well Mark what did I tell you?" I listened for Mark's response with my eyes tightly closed as I pressed myself back against the cock slowly filling my anal passage with its total length, but Mark said nothing. When the cock in my ass was finally and truly totally in me I felt the twin underneath me begin to slowly re-enter my pussy with his total length. When they were both totally inside me they held themselves very still and I could feel them flexing their cock muscles while I was totally impaled between them. I was covered in a sheen of perspiration and baby oil and you could smell the sex in the room. I felt like I would split open any minute I was so totally filled and I felt a second and a third orgasm wash over me. Then I heard Mike say, "Let's make her airtight." I didn't know what that meant. But when Mike approached me with his cock I put one hand on the top of the headboard to balance myself and opened my mouth and let him slide his cock totally into my mouth and I was happy that he had a small enough cock that I could easily deep throat it. Now I knew what it meant to be airtight. Mike began to use my mouth like he had my pussy and I could tell that he intended to cum in my mouth. I remembered my promise to Mark that seemed so long ago to let him cum in my mouth and my eyes opened in search of him, but I could not see him and with Mike's cock in my mouth I couldn't call out for him either. Then Mike pulled out of my mouth and began to masturbate himself in front of my face. I opened my eyes to see the purple head of his cock just a few centimeters from my mouth and Mike said, "Open your mouth slut" and I opened my mouth as wide as I could and extended my tongue. Then just as the first jet of sperm shot into my open willing mouth I saw Mark watching, watching as the second and third jet coated my waiting tongue. As I swallowed the cum in my mouth the fourth ejaculation hit my lips and my tongue made a circle around my lips licking away Mike's salty milky sperm as Mark stood nearby and helplessly watched. I heard Mark say, "You shit Schiavone." And Mike answered, "I think she likes the taste." And I did. While this was happening the twins had begun to simultaneously withdraw from me and then re-enter me, at first by only a few centimeters, then by more and more until finally I was being buffeted between them like a rag doll. I now had both hands on top of the headboard to try and keep myself from being totally thrown off the bed or my head knocked into the headboard and was facing the space behind the headboard and the wall where Mark had put the floor lamp. With my eyes closed I could feel a huge orgasm building in me as I began to gasp for air. I was becoming more and more frightened by the intensity of what was happening to me and what I was becoming. I thought of that little girl in the tree house and days surfing together in the sunshine and then I remembered the last time I saw Mark before moving. We went to Marineland and got soaked when we sat too close to the orca show. The water was warm and it washed over us both in our young innocence. Innocence, that was something that we had both lost, lost forever, and then as I began to reach a sexual peak I heard myself calling out, "MaSa, MaSa, MaSa." No one spoke a word. Other than the rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs and sounds of heavy breathing and flesh slapping together the room seemed to be in a deep silence as I listened for what I wanted to hear with all my heart. And then I heard it! "LoSa" and his hands were on mine on the top of the headboard and I was looking into those aquiline blue eyes of my youth as the warm waters of the most gigantic orgasm of my life up till then exploded over me. -------------------------------- After the twins had left and Mark had thrown Schiavone out of the apartment I told Mark that I was so ashamed at what I had done. And then Mark said to me, "You are the uninhibited woman that everyman dreams of having and everyman is afraid of having." I asked, "Which man are you?" And Mark said, "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, does that answer your question?"