When I told Denny I wanted to have a threeway, his eyes lit up. Then I told him I wanted it with two guys. He looked lost after that.
I’d had this same struggle with my other boyfriend, Gary, the previous night, and I could see I was going to have to fight it out all over again. But I wanted this man/man/woman ménage so badly it made my pussy purr. It was a longstanding fantasy of mine. Now I had two hot guys I was seeing. I just had to get them into the same bed at the same time.
“But,” Denny said uncomfortably, “I’ve never done, y’know, sex with another man.”
“I’m not asking you to do a dude,” I said. “I want you and another guy to fuck me — just me.”
I went on to remind Denny of the “traditional” threesomes I’d had with him and other girls. I had sucked pussy while he’d pounded me from behind. I’d had another chick’s tongue buried deep in my snizz while Denny fucked the other woman’s cunt.
I had enjoyed those experiences. I’d had the same kind of three-way fun with Gary and other women. Now I wanted something where I was the star of the wild sex show, the prime focus of attention.
After hemming and hawing, Denny said, “You want this with me and that bartender you’re seeing?”
“Gary. Yes. I’d like it if we could meet tomorrow night, for a drink. If you two decide you can’t go through with it…” I shrugged to hide my potential disappointment. This had to happen!
I didn’t figure there would be any macho bullshit between Denny and Gary when they met for the first time. They knew about each other, and I wouldn’t have been involved with any guy whose go-to emotion was jealousy.
When we all met up at a bar, the two men shook hands in a cordial way. Side by side, I could see how alike they were. Both were handsome — and intelligent. And I certainly knew how good each was in bed.
As we sat over cocktails, Denny suddenly asked Gary, “Have you ever done anything sexual with a guy? I’m not being a smart-ass, I’m just wondering.”
Gary didn’t look offended. “No, I haven’t. I’m not even sure I’ve been naked in front of another guy, aside from being in a locker room.”
I leaned forward between them, my tits nearly tumbling out of the top of my low-cut dress. My body was buzzing with anticipation.
“Well, do either of you have a problem with seeing me naked tonight?”
This was the deciding moment. Gary and Denny looked across the table at each other. They grinned at the same time. In my head, bells of joy started ringing. We headed back to my place.
They conferred in whispering voices in the other room as I went into the bedroom. The fabric of my dress caressed my sensitive skin as I slipped it off. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and my pussy was already damp. The night felt alive with expectations.
I lay down on the big bed and called out to my two lovers. Years of overheated sexual fantasies flourished in my brain. I wanted to feel those two strong masculine bodies pressing on me. I wanted those two cocks inside me.
Denny and Gary entered, but they were both still dressed. Frustration stabbed me as I grew fearful my dream was going to crap out at the last minute.
But then Gary said, “We thought maybe you’d like to start with a massage.”
“From both of us,” Denny added.
I liked the idea, so I turned over and buried my face in a pillow. There was a bottle of massage oil on my nightstand, as both men knew. A moment later I felt their hands on my naked flesh. Someone was working my shoulders and back; somebody else was kneading my thighs and calves. I didn’t know who was doing what, and I liked that sensual confusion.
Solid fingers pressed gently into my muscles. Tensions I’d barely been aware of began to melt away. I floated dreamily, eyes closed as their hands roamed my body. I felt their touch on my ass, and I sighed luxuriantly. Distantly, I heard the rustle of clothing.
Sexual arousal stayed with me, but in a soft dreamlike way. I realized I was being eased over onto my back. My eyelids drifted open, then sprang wide. Gary and Denny were standing over the bed. Both men were naked and sporting impressive hard-ons.
Their hands continued to caress my body. They massaged my tits, one with each man’s hand. Their fingers dipped together between my legs. I spread my thighs and gasped when I felt their fingertips brushing my pussy lips. They continued squeezing my tits while their digits plunged inside me, grazing my clit and fanning the flames of my lust.
They stroked my swelling bud of joy, still working in unison. This time, though, I didn’t slip into a stupor. My whole being hummed with energy, and my hips bucked as they finger-fucked me.
With a cry of pleasure, I came in a rush. My orgasm was intense, like little supernovas exploding all up and down my body. At the same instant I reached out and grasped the two cocks, on either side of me.
They throbbed in my fists, and their velvet-smooth textures were so similar. Gently tugging on their boners, I drew the two men up onto the bed. They knelt on either side of my head.
I turned and licked Gary’s cockhead, tasting the bitter sting of pre-come. I swallowed the crown whole after that, sealing my lips around his delicious bulb. Gary groaned, and I slid my mouth farther down the shaft, letting my tongue wriggle over him.
Pulling off him after a minute, I turned to Denny’s member, which I still held in my hand. I swirled his knob with my tongue, then studiously sucked my way down to the root of his yummy staff. I felt his balls against my chin. He, too, responded with a moan of pleasure.
At that moment only those two hard-ons mattered to me. The flavors of those cocks, subtly distinct, filled my mouth and throat. But then the men shifted on the bed. Gary’s thick shoulders pressed my inner thighs farther apart, and his mouth touched my streaming pussy.
Gary’s tongue nudged into me and then traveled upward, teasing and stroking my clit. Heavy pleasure gathered slowly in me; his tongue was in no hurry. He worked my pussy like a painter daubing out a masterpiece.
Gary’s head rose, and I heard him panting for breath. A few seconds later, Denny took his place. The mouth may have been different, but it was just as skilled.
Gary, his lips shiny with my juices, grinned at me as my mind grew hazy with lust.
Denny slurped and snuffled, being more aggressive in his oral technique. That suited me fine. I lifted my hips and humped hard on his face. The slow-building bliss reached its crescendo, and I came with a wail of delight.
In some of my fantasies of this scenario, I had directed my two male lovers in their actions, and they had obediently jumped through hoops to do my bidding. But reality was much better. Denny and Gary operated with the same cooperative proficiency as in the threeways I’d had with them and their other girlfriends. If they had any lingering misgivings, neither of them showed it. In fact, a couple times I noticed them each furtively eyeing the other.
But I remained the center of attention, which was glorious. The two men, faces wet with my honey, lay down now on either side of me. I kissed each on his mouth, tasting myself. Their strong hands touched me again, stroking and caressing.
Working together, they turned me up onto one hip. I realized I’d barely had to move myself the entire night. I was their love slave, pliant and compliant.
“My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and my pussy was already damp.”
Lying then on my side, Denny was behind me, with Gary in front. I felt Denny’s cock sliding between my ass cheeks. There was enough residual massage oil slickening my crack to lube up his cock. Meanwhile, Gary was rubbing his swollen cockhead against my sopping pussy lips.
Yes. Yes! Two cocks at once! I almost shouted it out loud, but words weren’t necessary at that point. My men understood what I wanted, and they wanted to give it to me.
Gary entered me first. His familiar girth and length were easily accommodated by my pussy. Pleasure rolled through me at his ingress, and I rested my face against his firm chest.
Denny’s cockhead pressed against my butt hole. I was no stranger to anal. I loved it. But I’d obviously never had a man’s cock in my ass while another’s was in my pussy. A tiny tickle of fear went through me, but it was instantly overwhelmed by desire. The ultimate fulfillment of my desperate fantasies was imminent. I was thrilled.
Denny pushed slowly up into me. His lubed cock gradually filled my back channel. With Gary already inside me, the sensation was incredibly intensified. I felt crammed with cock — because I was!
“I can feel him,” I heard Gary say. “Against my dick…” Wonder filled his voice.
I could feel him, too. I felt both of them. I reached behind, grabbed hold of Denny’s hip, and pulled. He jammed himself deep into my ass, and this time I did speak:
“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck me — both of you!”
That set them off like thoroughbreds out of the starting gate. The two men started plowing my pussy and ass, causing a fierce ecstasy to race over every inch of my flesh. I cried out, a long drawn-out sound of jubilation that never seemed to end.
They worked in tandem, each cock reaming me forcefully. I was jostled and mashed between the two powerful bodies, feeling equal parts joyful and helpless. When rapture hit, it was like nothing I’d felt before. They erupted within seconds of each other, and their gushing come carried me away in a torrent of satisfaction.