My wife and I had some friends over on a Saturday night. Ewan and Rick were a gay couple; Rick and my wife Marina had worked together for some time, though no longer, and we all got along famously. Ewan was tall and reasonably handsome, but slightly ditzy.
Rick was short, balding but hilarious, slender and very quick-witted. They were dear friends and we always had a great time, making fruity girl drinks and cooking delectable gourmet meals together.
I also invited an old high school friend, Samara. Samara was a large black woman, with an extremely sexy voice and a very sexual personality. We had fooled around in back in our past, and had stayed good friends throughout the years. She was smart, funny and always had a sexy twinkle in her eye that I always found infectious. Samara arrived first; she brought a bottle of wine and a dessert.
I made her a cocktail and Marina, Samara and I chitchatted while we waited for our other guests to arrive. Less than an hour later, Rick and Ewan knocked at the door, bearing all manner of delicious food items and, of course, hauling most of their bar stock with them. Ewan and I whipped up Blue Hawaiians and Vodka Gimlets while Rick and Marina unpacked their foodstuffs and got to work prepping for the cookfest. We all chatted and laughed in the kitchen while we each did our parts to make the meal: pork tenderloin with a peppercorn crust, asparagus, a nutty salad and a host of other goodies.
Cocktails and laughter flowed and the kitchen filled with wonderful smells. Food preparations complete, we all retreated to the living room. Samara was always a bit of a "fag hag", so needless to say she enjoyed our friends, and everyone seemed to get along quite well. Finally, the food was ready and we all settled down to an amazing feast and a fantastic bottle of robust red wine. When we'd all eaten our fill, a highly motivated cleanup effort was made, and we were relaxing with yet more cocktails in our basement "rec room" minutes later.
We popped in a scary movie with some forgettable title, and collectively enjoyed poking fun at the gaping plot holes and predictable plot devices. The alcohol continued to flow readily, and everyone was quite well lubricated by 10pm.
My wife sat sandwiched between the boys on one leg of the black leather sectional, while I shared the other leg with my dear friend Samara. We put in some other movie, a comedy I think, and the laughter and drinking continued, even with frequent smoke breaks. Samara sat with her legs across my lap, and I massaged her feet and toes, while Marina and Rick cuddled on their end of the sofa.
Ewan had moved to the floor to stretch out and had promptly lost his spot as my wife and Rick spread out on the spacious sectional. Around midnight, Ewan rose and announced that, reluctantly, he had to leave to get up early for work in the morning. Rick had apparently driven separately, and was able to stay. We bid Ewan farewell, and after another smoke break, settled in for a third movie and another round of drinks. The lights had dimmed as well. My wife Marina struggled to stay awake, while Rick sat in alert attention to the TV.
Samara had started to rub her legs across my crotch, and my cock was beginning to take notice. Marina was oblivious as she stared bleary-eyed at the glowing screen. I slid a hand under Samara's large thigh and stroked her bare skin. She shifted and continued her slow, visibly imperceptible attempts to arouse me, with great success.
I was quite erect at that point. While we all stared at the TV, it was clear that no one was truly watching the film that was being shown.
I was quite surprised to hear Rick say, "Let's was some porno!" in his usual chipper tone. We all laughed, and I informed him that, regrettably we only had straight porn in the house. He leapt from his spot on the couch and bolted upstairs. He came down seconds later with a VHS cassette in his hand.
He tossed it casually to me. Laughing, I turned off the DVD and slid the cassette into the VCR and tapped Play. We were instantly greeted by the sounds of grunting men and the sight of an all-male threeway. We all shared an amused look of curiosity and returned our sights to the TV. I think we were all aroused rather quickly. My wife expressed her arousal verbally, and Rick's was quite visually evident. Samara was biting her lower lip and her foot sat squarely on my cock, which pressed back angrily.
I had never harbored a deep interest in gay sex, and though I had questioned my own sexuality as an adolescent, I certainly knew where my area of primary sexual interest lay: in the domain of the female. But I was getting awfully turned on by this display.
I popped up and offered to refill drinks. Rick and Samara accepted, and I crawled over the sectional to get to the bar. Alone near the bar, I rubbed at my shorts-constrained erection before finally getting about the business of bartending. I returned with the three drinks and passed them out accordingly. This time, however, I sat down between Samara and Rick.
It wasn't a cozy fit, but Rick clearly noticed my sudden presence. Samara pulled a blanket up over her bare legs, and quickly dropped her hand onto my crotch. I twitched in surprise, and Rick's eyes shifted at the sudden movement. I noticed him glancing down at my now blanket-covered groin and he smiled. He knew what was happening. The porn, meanwhile, switched to a young blond man giving rather tender blowjob to a hairy-chested man.
The sight was rather alien but undeniably erotic. Samara absentmindedly fondled my junk. For my part, I threw my arm around her neck and grabbed a handful of her monster left tit. Marina, thankfully, was on the other side of Rick and was completely engrossed in the videotape.
Rick now turned his head and watched me fondle Samara's large breast, then down at her groping hand in my groin. He then looked back at the screen. I then felt his hand go under the blanket and he surprised Samara by finding her errant hand. Then he found my cock pressing against my shorts and rubbed at it gently. I nearly moaned aloud at this double stimulation, but I kept my silence. I then extended the blanket to include Rick's lap, then slipped my right hand underneath and found his stiff erection.
Surprised, he lurched forward, then pretending he was shifting his posture, returned to his slouching recline against the sectional. I pulled my hand off Samara's hardened left nipple and slid it under the blanket. I dove my left hand between her legs and found the very warm, slightly damp crotch of her shorts.
She moaned ever so softly, and Rick did the same as I worked my hand against his prick. I felt so horny rubbing at these two crotches, a wet pussy behind one and a hard cock behind the other. Marina finally seemed to take notice of the hand play that was going on, and instead of becoming indignant and hurt, her eyes seemed to widen and she licked her lips absentmindedly. She stared at the masked movements of what had to be my right hand in Rick's lap and then up at me and at him. "That's fuckin' hot!" she exclaimed quite unexpectedly.
"I'm sorry, guys, but that's super fucking hot." At that, Rick, pulled back the blanket to expose my hand working at his khakis, his cock bulging almost grotesquely against his zipper.
Marina gasped slightly and reached out to touch Rick's cock through his pants as well. Then she noticed that my other hand was likely buried between Samara's thighs. She looked hurt or angry for a moment, but then the look of absentminded lust returned and she smiled faintly in the bluish light of the TV. Rick had always expressed his fascination with my wife's very large breasts (she's a big girl, too), and tonight he took it a step further.
"Jesus, Marina, let me see those tits! I've been envying those for years. Take 'em out, girl." Marina responded as if she'd only been awaiting the word. She whipped her top off in one move, revealing her bra-encased chest, 36DD.
Rick stared in disbelief and cooed his appreciation. "Damn, honey, I wish I had a pair like that. Shit, take those fuckers out!" Marina laughed and pulled her bra off, releasing her sizeable tits. They dropped like bricks from gravity, and her nipples hardened visibly as we other three stared in disbelief at her brazen actions. "Oh, go ahead, Rick.
I know you want to. Touch 'em!" Rick let go of my cock and sent both hands onto her bosom, staring in fascination. "Must be a gay thing, I guess. I'm completely fascinated by these things.
They're so feminine!" he said, almost addressing her breasts directly. "It better not be just a gay thing, my friend. I'm obsessed with tits," I chimed in. The situation was so unreal. I took a huge gulp of my whiskey coke to settle down. Samara was leaning forward to see around us guys, and looked admiringly at my wife's breasts.
"Okay, now it's a guy's turn," Samara challenged. "You've seen one of us." Rick hesitated. He must have felt like the odd duck, being the only homosexual in the room.
Finishing my drink, I stood up suddenly. I put the empty glass down, pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and underwear. I stood completely naked, facing the TV with its sordid scene of gay sex; my erection pulsing straight out ahead, while my wife and two friends stared in disbelief. Feeling suddenly conspicuous, I sat back down.
The staring continued. "Let's see some more then, ladies. I think I answered the challenge sufficiently," I said with machismo. Marina looked at Samara pleadingly. Samara smiled back and pulled off her t-shirt. She's a big girl, and her chocolate brown breasts sat in a humongous bra, something in the neighborhood of 42EE.
Rick gasped and practically leapt over me. He sat next to Samara on her left side, and without asking, put his hands onto her enormous breasts. Samara laughed devilishly and gave him permission after the fact. I stared in disbelief at the situation while my cock throbbed soberly in the dim light. While Rick continued to explore Samara's chest, I felt my wife's hand on my cock. She had slid over into Rick's spot.
Her eyes were glued to the scene happening with Sam's tits, but her hand cascaded gingerly across the surfaces of my erection. I shuddered with subtle pleasure. Samara, meanwhile, reached behind her back and released her tits from her bra, casting the black satin monster behind the sofa. Rick cooed again and fondled even more assertively. He found her large, rubbery nipples, jet black in the TV light. Samara moaned softly, and Marina's touch became more direct.
"Wow!" Rick giggled as he released them and stood. "Thanks, Sam. I'm enthralled." Samara pressed her foot against his crotch. "You're engorged too. Your turn!" Rick looked at the rest of us, at least partly nude each. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." Like me, he pulled of his polo and unbuckled his pants. Samara yanked them down with her toes. He stood there in his bikini underwear, his slender but lengthy cock clearly visible even with his back to the TV.
Marina let go of my cock and jumped up to pull down his drawers. Rick yelped lamely and his cock sprung wildly from his tight underwear. His crotch was completely shaved hairless, and his cock looked enormous. It pointed right at me, and I suddenly craved to touch it.
Marina and Samara apparently had the same craving, and their hands met on the tip of his cock. He laughed incredulously, a gay man with two women groping his exposed pecker.
They stroked it lightly. "Alright, ladies.
Time to catch up. We're completely nude and you're still hiding the goods!" I chided. It was already starting to smell like naked flesh in the room. They each stood and unbuttoned their shorts, letting them drop to the carpet. I sat alone now, surrounded by two ladies only in panties and a completely naked man whose large erection stared me in the face. I reached toward both of their crotches, and while it was a stretch to touch them both at once, I found their dampened panties and immediately demanded their prompt removal.
Samara and Marina laughed at my drunken ravings and more sheepishly, the tucked their thumbs into their panties at the hips and slid them down their sturdy thick legs. Now all four of us were naked. I stared at Marina's neatly trimmed pubis, then at Samara's more bushy mound. Then at Marina's face. Unbelievably, Marina nodded almost imperceptibly, and then smiled slyly. Then quite suddenly, she grasped Rick's face and pulled it her to chest.
He buried his face in her bosom and she groped for his cock as they stood, pawing at each other. I took the opportunity to pull Samara back down onto the sofa.
Almost forcibly I pulled her legs up and apart and threw my head into her crotch. Her pussy gave off a very strong musky odor that filled my nostrils long before I found it with my face.
Once I made contact, I plowed my tongue between her thick folds in pursuit of her clit. The suddenness of my assault caught Samara quite by surprise, but she quickly let herself go to my ministrations. Having had the pleasure of bringing her to orgasm orally in our past (she had told me recently that I've been the only one so far to succeed at that), I knew what pleased her, and it didn't take long to shake of the rust and get about the business her driving her to orgasm.
Samara is quite orgasmic, and within moments her grunts filled the room as she thrust her pussy against my mouth, leaking fluids into it. I had forgotten that she was an ejaculator, and I quickly milked the bitter liquids from her quivering pussy. I pulled my face away to find Marina sitting down on the sofa with Rick's cock in her mouth.
Rick was watching me eat out Samara. The pleasure of his position was clearly registered on his face. Marina fondled his balls and nearly deep-throated him. I sat up and watched them in fascination, their lust driving my own. I felt Samara's hand on my cock, and I turned to see her wipe up my pre-come and press it to her tongue.
She shot me a sly look and grabbed my cock with determination. I lunged for her massive tits, and took one of her rubbery black nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped again and pulled my head against her flabby tits. Her hand jacked me off aggressively. We slid around in our positions, and I soon found myself lying on my back across her lap with her tit in my mouth, while her hand pulled on my cock. I felt another hand on my balls, and broke from Sam's tits to see Rick kneeling and fondling my scrotum.
Marina was caressing Rick's back and staring in fascination. I sat up to stare and Rick's slender but clearly masculine hands on my genitals. Samara let go of my prick and it slapped noisily against my stomach. She shifted over away from me on the couch.
Marina walked around Rick and approached Samara. I couldn't see well as it was behind me, but I figured out that Marina was straddling Samara and they were kissing passionately, their large breasts smashed against each other, skin against skin. I turned back to Rick, who had taken over where Samara left off, and was slowly sliding his fist up and down my cock. I slid my left leg off the couch and my toes found his cock in midair.
He looked up at me. He let go. I slid further down the sofa. He stood and lay on top of me. Our cocks jammed together as his mouth found me. I was slightly uncomfortable, but lust far outweighed any second thoughts. I let his kiss land, and when his tongue emerged, it found its way into my mouth with little difficulty. It was so strange to feel stubble against my face as we kissed tentatively.
It lasted a few minutes, but I began to give myself to the moment. We broke away and both of us looked above us to see what the girls were up to. Samara had bent Marina over facing away from her, and Sam sat comfortably while she lapped away at Marina's pussy. Marina's tits hung pendulous and she grasped her knees to keep balance. She was fighting to not fall over from the odd position and blinding stimulation to her clit.
Sam was also playing with her own nipples while she licked and sucked, her massive sagging black breasts sitting on her own knees. Rick and I shared a humorous look over the spectacle of lesbian lust happening a foot away.
He climbed off me and stood at my head. I slid down further to the end of the sectional. He knelt on the sofa and his cock dangled above my face. His hairless crotch looked so smooth in the blue TV light. I reach up and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I pulled it towards my mouth, albeit with some apprehension. He moved with me, and soon his balls were against my forehead, then my nose.
Finally they landed against my lips. This nearly hairless sack hung heavy against my face. I opened my mouth and they fell in. I immediately started to suck gently, while my hand stroked his cock. His thighs surrounded my head, muffling my hearing, but I think I heard him groan loudly.
He leaned forward to play with my cock and balls, balancing himself with another hand on the sofa back. I heard my wife come loudly in the background and I felt the sofa move as she undoubtedly rocked herself against Samara's face. My tongue explored Rick's balls and my hand his cock. I could smell his ass not far away, but it smelled clean with only the faintest trace of the "ass" smell I so closely associate with my own butthole.
He continued to jerk on my pecker, and I fought the desire to come. He sat up slightly to get my dick into his mouth. I used the moment to spit out his nuts and pull his pecker into my mouth. I was fully into this now. He moaned, but with my cock in his mouth it was more of a vibration that I could feel. It felt fantastic. I moaned in return, and my lips made his cock vibrate. This led to continued "harmonic feedback" as Rick and I sucked each other's cocks.
I clearly had a lot to learn and I'm sure he's had better, but it must have been good enough. He started to fuck my mouth, and it was all I could do not to gag on his stiff cock as it slid back into my throat. Yes, I clearly wasn't very good at this. For my part, I started fucking his mouth. He clearly did know what he was doing, and I'd be hard pressed to say I've ever had a better blowjob. As he sucked and licked, he parted my thighs and my butt cheeks and started to toy with my anus.
I squealed onto his cock, not from discomfort so much as the shock of a new sensation. It felt very bizarre, but fantastic. Then I felt something yet altogether different and thrilling. A tongue suddenly arrived on my puckered asshole. I felt the nearby presence of another body near my head and I felt Rick groan extra loudly.
I realized the girls were tonguing our assholes while we sucked each other's cocks. Outstanding. I was trapped by his legs and his cock so I couldn't tell who was licking whose ass, but at this point it really didn't matter. I felt myself getting very near to orgasm, which I was not ready to have just yet. I slapped at his sides furious to get him to stop, and finally the attentions to my cock, balls and ass subsided.
"I don't wanna cum just yet." I gasped. "Me neither. Can I fuck your wife?" Rick asked nonchalantly. "I haven't fucked a girl in years, nor have I wanted to. But I really want to stick you, Marina." Marina laughed loudly and grabbed his hand.
They went to the other end of the sofa. I watched them as she sat him down, and then straddled him. He slid easily into her wet vagina, and these two dear friends looked at each other lustily as she slide up and down on his glossy pecker.
"Well then you'd better fuck me, Tiger," Samara growled. "Hmm, I'd better eat you out one more time, just in case I never get to again," I responded. Samara's eyebrow leapt upwards at that. I lay back down and commanded her to sit that beautiful big fat black twat onto my mouth. She obliged, and I was soon back licking at her rubbery folds. She also had the most enormous clit I'd ever seen, so once I found it, it wasn't easy to lose.
I was more methodical this time, and I systematically worked my lips and tongue around her pussy. When I'd hit a good spot, she'd involuntarily press herself against me, and I had to put my hands on her huge, smooth, round ass to make sure I could still breathe. I heard Marina orgasm atop Rick's pole a few feet away.
Inspired by her, I increased the pace and intensity of my work on Samara's box, and soon I was rewarded by the low, sultry grunts of her familiar orgasmic strains. She rocked her twat along my face, the slash of her cleft riding along my protruding tongue. She treated me to some additional ejaculatory juices as she finally shuddered her way through her orgasm.
Finally she lifted her backside from my face and I breathed in deeply. She smiled down at me hungrily. "Get that fucking cock in me right now!" Samara demanded, almost angrily. "Yeah, man, fuck her already," Rick and Marina chimed in as they grinded together towards another Marina orgasm. Samara sat down on the sofa and lifted her meaty thighs, exposing her cunt.
It glowed pink in the light of the TV, still blaring gay porn in the background. I sat up, knelt in front of her, and slid my cock right into her hot box. She gulped at the sudden and rather unceremonious entry. I pumped hard and fast, answering her earnest demands for penetration. She dug her nails into my shoulders as I pounded into her, slamming my pubis against her clit. She cried softly with pleasure.
"Oh Jesus, yes, just like that. Unnh, yeah, fuck my pussy!" she grunted. Feeling that my angle of entry and capacity for thrusting power were being limited by my position, I stood up slightly, sliding out of her with a noisy plop.
I leaned over her, pulling her legs over my bent knees. I bent down to reinsert myself, and recommenced to fuck my friend Samara. I heard my wife groaning nearby. I glanced over to see that she had turned herself around and was riding Rick's dick with her back to him, while he stared at us in fascination.
Finally he started to come, and he grunted noisily before whimpering as his semen filled my wife's cunt. She felt him come, and slammed down and grinded herself on him to finish him off. I felt Samara start to come again, so I sped up my thrusts to meet her. She came hard again, harder than before as I pumped my aching cock into her slippery twat. Finally we both erupted into orgasm.
She clutched me tightly to her as I released spasm after spasm, load after load, of hot cum into her.
For me, it was a long time coming, what with all the stimulation I'd had so far. This was her third of the night, so it was about time I got to come too. "Fuck!" Samara exclaimed as the disorientation of orgasm died away.
"I've never been fucked like that." "Neither have I!" Rick blurted. Marina had lifted herself from him, and his crotch was a mess of sticky semen overflow. Marina's box was in fact dripping with semen, all over the leather sofa. She laughed with embarrassment and reached for the drink napkins that covered the coffee table. "Um, I think I'm gonna need some of those too, honey," Samara cautioned. I finally pulled out of her, and what seemed like a pint of cum began to ooze from her pink flaps.
Rick sat up and stared at the gooey scene. "Hmm, let me help. No sense letting good cum go to waste," he quipped. Rick threw himself into Samara's crotch, lapping up my cum. Thankfully Samara wasn't ready for another orgasm, or poor Rick would have been stuck finishing that as well.
As it was, he sucked up all the exposed cum, pausing to share a sticky wet kiss with Samara before sitting back down on the sofa. I collapsed as well, my sticky flaccid cock slapping unceremoniously against my thigh. We all rested for a few minutes, taking in the sheer magic and madness of what we had just done. Finally, I was ready for some refreshment. "Drink refill, anyone?" As if on cue, Sam, Rick and Marina all found their drinks and slammed their remaining contents before holding them aloft.
We all laughed. "I'll take that as a yes." I pried myself from my comfy spot and grabbed my empty glass before retrieving their proffered ones. I made my way to the bar and started mixing drinks. I didn't bother to ask what anyone wanted. 'We're all having rum and coke,' I decided. I returned with drinks and we all sat a moment and sipped our cocktails. The gay porn played on, and we sat in silence for some minutes, taking in more of the all-male action.
Eventually, my cock began to reawaken. It stirred slowly, and as it grew erect, it went from being between my legs, climbing up my thigh and finally pointing straight up. Samara was still the closest to me, and she took notice.
"Huh, looks like somebody's ready for some more!" she observed dryly. I smiled sheepishly. Marina proclaimed drunkenly, "Okay, honey. Who or what do you want?" I looked at my friends. Each of them seemed happy to be involved. I settled my gaze on my wife. "Will you be hurt if I don't pick you?" I asked tentatively. "Psshh! You can fuck me anytime you want. This might never happen again!" Samara looked at me hungrily.
'Man, this girl loves my cock,' I mused to myself. I looked right at Samara, and said a very strange thing. "Rick, fuck me in the ass." I couldn't believe I had said that.
My face went flush. Without looking at him, I turned and found my drink and took a strong swallow. "Wow, man, are you sure? I mean, I'd love to, if you really want me to." The ladies became quiet. Samara was probably disappointed; my wife was probably in shock. "Well, if it's my call, here's how I'd have it.
While Rick's doing me, you ladies can suck my cock." A look of curiosity passed both their faces, and Marina whispered, "Uh huh, okay." Rick stood up and walked over to me. I breathed deeply. "So, what works best for this? I have no idea." "Well, every time I fuck a guy while two chicks blow him…" Rick joked. We all giggled. "Okay, okay. Lemme think. How about if I slouch and put my legs up in the air?" Before I could finish, Rick grabbed my ankles and pulled.
My ass slid noisily along the damp leather seat until it was hanging off the edge. He pushed my legs back against my body so that my anus was completely exposed. "How 'bout if I pick up where your wife left off earlier?" He dropped to his knees and moved his face to my ass. His tongue found my asshole and immediately started working in small circles. I groaned and twitched, but settled back in to his ministrations.
Rick expertly tongued my ass, teasing it, pressing against it, lubricating it. He next slid a finger in, which surprised me, but it felt fantastic. I bucked against him and moaned again. His finger worked into me, and soon it felt quite comfortable. Then one finger became two. I bucked again, but settled in. 'He's loosening me up,' I reasoned to myself as I gave myself anew to his expert stimulation. When Rick had finally worked a third finger in and my ass was starting to feel overstretched and sore, he stopped and returned his tongue to my now stretched butthole.
He was more forthcoming with the saliva lube now, and left a great deal of spit around my ass. Then he stood and thrust his pecker at my mouth. I hungrily accepted it and sucked it as best as I could in my position. "Lube it up good," Rick beckoned gently. I got the idea and left as much saliva as I could on his stiff cock. When he was extremely hard and well lubed, he pulled his cock from my drooling mouth and knelt back down.
I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my ass. Involuntarily, my asshole contracted. "Shhh, relax. Pretend your taking a shit," Rick advised. I took another deep breath and pushed out like I was trying to crap. The outward relaxation of my sphincter against his cock head felt strange, and he wasted no time exploiting the breach.
He inched his slippery cock into my ass, and it took all my concentration not to contract again. "Yep, that's it. Keep crapping, keep pushing out," Rick whispered. I did as I was told, and slowly Rick's long but blessedly slender cock inched its way up my rectum. Finally, after a few minutes of concentration and teamwork, Rick's entire length was in my ass. I felt so filled up, and I felt like I had to shit!
"Okay, ladies, let's get this guy off," Rick said. He lowered my legs against his hips so that Marina and Samara could get to my now slightly shrunken pecker. I deduced that the blood supply that kept me hard must have been diverted to the crisis happening in my rear end. I felt slightly embarrassed, and then remembered I was being ass-fucked for the first time. Samara leaned over and Marina came around to the other side. They cooed lovingly as they fondled my half-hard pecker.
Rick was not yet thrusting, which was just fine. I was just trying to adjust the current state of affairs. Finally Marina leaned in and put my dick in her mouth, her tongue prodding me towards a full erection. It didn't take long, and as my cock stiffened to aching new proportions, I felt the tension on my ass relax a bit. I wasn't sure of the physiology of the whole thing, but it started to feel really good all over. Samara leaned in to join, and the two gals traded licking and sucking my cum-encrusted pole.
Finally Rick started his movements, and while at first a bit uncomfortable, as I concentrated on my dual blowjob and relaxed my anus, his thrusts started to feel quite nice.
Soon he was moving with confidence and while always gentle, the thrusts became increasingly faster and more demanding. The ladies, meanwhile, were working wonders on my cock.
I laughed to myself. 'To think I'm getting blown by two beautiful ladies and it's mostly to distract me from the cock in my ass,' I mused. Somewhere along the way, Rick and I hit our stride, and his pumping was met with my own bucking.
The gals were turned on by this, and really started working my cock over, each vying for the salty spray that would eventually emerge. Rick pumped hard, and it felt truly amazing. "Jesus, Rick. Oh, man. Yeah, fuck my ass," I managed. I pulled Marina's head down hard on my cock and she deep-throated, nearly gagging but controlling herself. Rick was starting to look distracted, and I realized he was going to come soon. I decided to egg him on. "Yeah, Rick, fuck my ass and come in it.
Dump your cum in my ass," I challenged. He didn't need much.
I watched him start to convulse and as he grunted, I felt the most remarkable sensation deep in my colon. This warm penetrating feeling of his spurting cum flooding my ass was truly bizarre, and Rick began his telltale whimpering as he pumped spurt after spurt into my butt.
The sensation was amazing, and that combined with expert cock sucking from Samara and my wife sent me over the edge. I bucked hard against Rick, then thrust myself up and into whoever's mouth happened to be on it at the time. I opened my eyes and realized it was my wife, and she hungrily sucked at my emerging cum.
She moaned loudly, and Samara jealously pulled my pecker from her mouth. A spurt shot high into the air before Sam could get my cock into her mouth to milk out the rest of my load. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed my orgasm and they girls fought over the salty cum that had now slowed to a dribble. Quite suddenly, Rick pulled himself out of my ass. He grabbed my cock from the quarreling gals and dropped his face right onto it, catching the last dribbles of my gravy.
I was now twitching from over-stimulation, and pulled my spent cock from Rick's mouth. I was done. Samara apparently was not. She moved Rick aside and knelt down between my knees. She pushed my knees up and began licking at the errant cum that had started to dribble from my well-used asshole.
I shuddered again, but it did feel good. I let her finish. Finally she withdrew and collapsed back onto the sofa beside me, smacking her lips noisily. Marina started caressing my shaking thighs tenderly. Rick sat on the floor in front of me, laid his arms across my knees and rested his head on his arms. The four of us sat in exhaustion and disbelief for some time.
The tape had ended, and in fact had automatically rewound itself. The screen was blank blue. I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I awoke with a start, unaware of where I was. I found myself on the sectional, next to my wife. We were both still nude, with a blanket covering us.
I looked around and saw Rick lying atop Samara's large frame, his head resting on her enormous pillow-like breasts. They had a blanket as well, but were clearly still nude underneath. The next morning, I awoke with a nasty hangover and a very sore ass. Rick had left shortly before, and Marina had helped him pack all his stuff back up.
"I'm taking a shower, honey," Marina croaked, her lovely naked body standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Uh huh," I managed. I heard her ascend the staircase, and then the water running moments later. I lifted my head again and found Samara's form still lying across the other leg of the sectional. She slumbered on, oblivious to the start of the day. I dragged myself upright, and put a hand to my head in response to the rush of blood and the subsequent hangover headache.
I stretched and remembered my tender asshole. I should have been sexually exhausted, but seeing Sam's slightly opened mouth and hearing her soft breathing, my cock stirred. 'What the hell,' I muttered, possibly aloud.
I stood and walked over to her. I put the tip of my semi-erect cock against her lips. She awakened halfway, but her mouth opened and her tongue emerged against the underside of my peter. She moaned softly. Her hand emerged from the blanket and it landed on my butt cheek. She gently pulled me into her mouth. By the time the water stopped running, I was emptying myself into Samara's warm, wet mouth.
"Now, do I have time to make you come before she finishes drying her hair?" I said dryly, while my hands lifted her heavy leg, and the distinctive smell of her sex rushed at my senses. I heard the hair dryer whir as I buried my face one last time into Samara's slippery cunt.