The Party Corner

11/06/2014

 
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Written by http://nakeddoors.tumblr.com/

Lauren and Eric had some very classy, well-to-do, perfectly perverse friends, who began throwing parties for “dating meetups”, they called it, of any and all flavors. These festive nights, however, were becoming more and more about blatant sexual networking.

Sex wasn’t encouraged at these gatherings; there were no glory holes or dark rooms for orgies, or one-on-ones or anything in between. But if something did combust, as long as it was done discreetly, it wasn’t frowned upon or interrupted, because a little voyeuring seemed to ramp up the attendees, sell a little more booze,  and assure the party hosts of a good healthy gathering each time one was thrown. And frankly, it was fucking hot to watch. Only the crass were asked to take it outside.

Lauren and Eric had gone to a few of these lush parties, first for the titillation, then for the sizzling hot voyeur shows that would erupt out of nowhere, and also for the ensuing rabid sex they would end up having afterwards in the car, inside their front door (they once almost went at it on the lawn), or even on the hood of Eric’s shiny ride in the parking lot the last time, doubly hopped up on who might catch them.

Lauren was also continuing to encourage Eric’s budding bi-curious side, keeping his expanding dirty mind and evolving sexuality lubed and hungry for new horizons, in the hopes that he might move from “curious” to “I’ll have some of that, please”. 

Lauren herself was quietly bi -well, not that quiet. She just hadn’t told Eric everything yet. And though the couple had no designs that evening to participate or become the sex sideshow du jour, together or otherwise, they were about to turn an obscenely orgasmic corner this night with little warning.

Lauren asked her girlfriend, Nicole, to join them there, in case something juicy erupted she needed to share in a girlish moment.

"And why not?" she purred to Eric, "The more the pervier."

Nicole was a secret, now and then playtoy of Lauren’s, though Eric had yet to discover that fact. Lauren was easing them both towards a hot threesome night sometime soon, where all would be revealed and then some. As the the couple met up with Nicole and waited for the simmering, dirty deeds to ignite, the girls got chatting and Eric went off for more drinks.

Lauren grabbed Nicole’s hand mid-sentence, when she saw a dashing younger man chatting her beau up, and she secretly prayed that Eric wouldn’t brush the boy off too swiftly. Lauren tried not to be obvious, but this was already the one of the steamier things she had seen here - her man being hit on by a hot guy , and one she wouldn’t mind sharing with him, after the men had some filthy, delicious play time together. She could see Eric nodding towards her and gesturing that he had to deliver the drinks. Her heart sunk a little, but she noticed the young man still watching and waiting.

When he arrived, the girls were softly cooing at the handsome boy on Eric’s tail. Lauren leaned in quietly and said,

"He was flirting with you. Big time. Did you like it?" 

Eric went all awkwardly bashful, stuttering through the guy’s name “Geoff with a G”, and Lauren stopped him from having to explain any more.

"Baby, it looks like he’s dying to finish your conversation. Go and talk to him; flirt with him if you want to. Do whatever feels right to you. Nicole and I will leave you alone so you’re not being watched". Then she added with a wink, "Unless you want me to watch."

She punctuated that last insinuation with an unseen swipe of his half-risen crotch, lest the boy have his eyes on them too closely. Then she gave Eric that deep, genuine smile that said she adored him in every way, and simply whispered that he should go explore and have some fun on his own.

Lauren grabbed her drink, handed the second to Nicole, and waved to Eric as she wandered off casually. But once Nicole and she rounded the first corner, the girls hunted for a lookout point where Eric would not catch them spying. As it turned out, Geoffrey was keeping Eric’s attention pretty much where Geoff wanted it, so after a time, Eric forgot where he was and who he was there with.

Lauren could tell the boy was enamored of Eric’s form and his sweet, honest soul. There were casual touches - nothing blatant, but even those innocent reaches told a desirous tale indeed. No doubt Eric mentioned that he was new to any man to man contact in some unconsciously endearing manner. And Lauren nearly spilled her drink when she looked about after a lengthy discussion with Nicole about God knows what, and saw that the men had vanished.

She told Nicole urgently to look upstairs, while she sleuthed around the downstairs, but after a time, the two girls reconvened with no idea where the men had disappeared to. They girls headed for the bathroom, and just as Lauren made it to the door, she heard some quiet voices around the corner. She froze, then tiptoed about to see what she could see.

There they were, in an off the hallway room, and at that very moment, Geoff’s mouth was smothering Eric’s in the hottest manlove kiss Lauren had ever imagined. And when she noticed Eric’s body rocking the way he does when he’s being toyed with below, Lauren nearly gasped aloud with excitement at the sight of Eric’s fully-erect, gorgeous cock in the deft, silken hands of this seductive, younger man.

It was happening right before her eyes, and Lauren thought she was just going to cum right there all over herself and the floor beneath her. She wouldn’t even take her eyes off the hypnotic show to wave Nicole in, because just as she thought to, Geoff began dropping to his knees and tugging Eric’s pants to the floor. 

The brilliance of this gorgeous man-to-man cock worshipping suckfest was enough to send Lauren into orbit, but when Eric began helping it happen, pulling Geoff’s head in deeper from the back of his neck, feeding the younger man every inch of his cock and more, Lauren was a softly moaning, rocking puddle, and she didn’t much care whether it was cum or pee wetting her thighs… or both.

As the stunning cock-swallowing ramped up and Eric headed toward a cum-dumping muffled howl, the girls were now grabbing at each other, hands in one another’s panties, digging for whipped up honey, meaning to head into the carnal stratosphere right along with him.

Lauren started to orgasm the moment she saw her Eric jerk his body, in that telltale spasm he has just before he shoots off the first jets of his sweet, drowning seed. And as he fucked the young man’s throat mercilessly (God, she knew how that felt) and emptied an enormous load into this brilliant boy’s gullet, Lauren had become oblivious to the fact that there was now a crowd behind her, watching both the men in the lascivious act, and the women making each other writhe and explode from it all.

Geoffrey finally stood, sticky lust dripping from his chin, and the two men smiled at each other with soft, wicked bliss on their faces. Lauren melted completely when she saw her man pull Geoff in for a sopping, cum-filled throat kiss, something he had only ever done with her. The kisses eased and turned into teasing lip bites, and Geoff seemed not to want to let go of Eric’s glistening cock shaft.

When the men parted, Geoff breezed by the girls with a purring, soaked smile, and Lauren looked back to see her man grinning broadly at her. He was sated and happy, half-shocked at his own bravado, but there was another glint in his eyes. Lauren went beet red when she realized that she and Nicole still had their hands half buried in one another’s sopping cunts.

As the trio put themselves back together, and Nicole left the couple alone, Lauren leaned in to praise and bless her man for this stunning, filthy surprise, but was unable to find the words, she was so ecstatic. In her sassiest voice, she wryly said, “Well, I hope you got his number.”

Eric kissed her deeply, his mouth still coated in his own sucked and fed cum.

"He’s coming over Saturday. To join us. He likes girls too."  Lauren wrapped herself around Eric with a wanton groan, hanging onto him like he was going to float away.

Eric leaned down and whispered.

"You should invite Nicole. I need to watch some of that too…"

 

For The Boss

11/06/2014

 
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(A little office scenario, inspired by a luscious Work/Porn photoset by the gorgeous Ms. BBGL. Her lively Bi Forum has all the goodies, btw. Just sayin


Daniel knew that  his gorgeous female boss sometimes locked her private office door and got herself off to watching wicked man-on-man porn on her computer, whenever there was a happy lull in the workday. And she knew that he knew. He was the only one she would have trusted with that dirty little secret.

She held one of Daniel’s secrets as well - that he was an active bisexual, playing with both men and women at will, sometimes even in groups. That little detail, in this company, could have had some less than stellar consequences with their narrow-minded asshole of an uber-boss.

Daniel would often visit her on coffee breaks from time to time, when he had tales of his latest dirty orgiastic deeds with another man or couple to share. He knew that the moment he left her office, she’d be scrolling through hot pics and fingering herself to a panty-soaking, muffled O or three.

One time, she was already dripping from some cummy manlove porn, and he entered with that “cat that ate the canary’s dick” look on his face. Without another word, he knelt behind her and whispered closely into her ear the filthy play-by-play of his latest pounding man-ass fuck, while she closed her eyes, letting her mind fly as she listened and toyed with her needy cunt under her pretty skirt, bringing herself right there to a lip-biting climax. And when he asked politely, she did let him taste her from her glistening fingers.

After that day, all bets were off for good behavior. One day, when she was in excruciating need, he locked her door, told her to keep looking at porn, then he knelt, tugged her to the edge of her chair, and gave her the most eloquent and brilliant pussy-licking of her life so far.

She kissed him afterward, tasting her own sex on his face, and when she could put a sentence together finally, she whispered, “I’ll bet you suck cock just as brilliantly.”

He smiled wickedly and replied,”So I’ve been told…”

"UNF!! I so wanna watch." She said dreamily, then swiftly told him to clean up in her bathroom before returning to his desk.

Fast forward to her next birthday, and she hated that she had to work that day. She got one of those “pings” on her work calender that had Daniel’s name and a request for a half-hour scheduled “product demo”.  She “accepted” said appointment, wondered about it for a second, then gave it no other thought.

At the appropriate time, Daniel knocked and entered, but not alone. He had another man with him, nicely dressed, fit and handsome. Once the door was locked, Daniel made the introductions, hugged and kissed her with heartfelt Happy Birthday wishes, and whispered, “I wanted to bring you a special present today… for being a fucking amazing, ummm, boss lady.”

He walked to the curtains and closed them, tugged a throw from a bag and tossed it over her office couch, and came back to her and sat her down in her office chair.

"It’s your birthday, so you can do whatever you like - watch, join, direct, demand, taste, fuck yourself; whatever the birthday princess wishes. Hell, you could pee all over us if you’d like, but I know that it would be hard to explain away the stains in the carpet later.

She laughed that off with him, as she wondered secretly if it was just a joke, or if he’d been prying into some dark corner of her filthy mind. She still wasn’t sure what was about to occur, but her hungry insides seemed to be salivating already.

Daniel leaned in to kiss her once more, and whispered “Happy Moaning Birthday, Boss Babe”.

He moved to the other man, pressed him to the wall and shoved his tongue deep into his friend’s mouth as he quickly undressed this hot accompanying male with the obvious intent to fuck him… wildly.

Her jaw dropped, her cunt gushed, and she was two-handing her lush body, one on her bared nipples, one digging into both drooling holes betwixt her thighs.

She came once as she watched Daniel suck this man’s beautiful cock near to eruption, at one point taking the impressive length into his open throat. He made sure she got a little taste of the stranger’s precum from Daniel’s own lips, before he stood to fuck his friend’s more than willing face, but again, only to near-orgasm. He meant to save the seed-spray for the ass ride. And with the half hour clock ticking, he wasted no time.

Before her very eyes, he had his mate on all fours, lubed and drove his sturdy thickness hard inside, and began slam-fucking his companion from behind while his voyeuring boss hottie hit another peak or three. It seems the trio all knew to keep sound to an absolute minimum, even though the bigwigs were in a meeting far enough down the hall.

After Daniel gave his man a good back-door pummeling, while keeping control on his own edge-riding, he then flipped his counterpart over and slowly lowered his lovely spread ass ring onto his friend’s swollen cock.

She would watch Daniel tease-ride this man as he stroked himself, and when the bottom boy finally clutched and arched to empty himself into Daniel’s fully-breached rear embrace, Daniel ramped up his strokes and sprayed his manfuck’s face with everything he had stored up, and then some.

His half-naked boss was in the throws of a string of peaks, her panties down on one ankle, her thighs spread for full fist-access, and her breasts and nipples red and hard and screaming in bliss.

She moaned sweet half-choked obscenities as Daniel lapped up his own cum from the other man’s face, then lifted his ass from that exploded cock and let her watch the lewd cream trickle out.

He whispered to the other guy to dress quickly and go, then once it was just the boss and her co-hort, Daniel began to get things together to clean her couch area and himself up.

She still could not extract her hand from between her swollen sopping cunt lips as she caught flashes of that stream of man-cum trickling down his thighs, and that luscious cock of his glistening with ass and lube and droplets of his own lust.

He gathered his things, and before slipping into her private bathroom, he knelt, pulled her fingers from her pussy’s pool and sucked them clean, while softly singing a little “Happy Birthday” tune.

"Oh my fucking god, Daniel. I can’t think of another gift that will ever top this." She leaned in and sucked some of his own cum from his face and lips, the cum that he’d lapped up from his manlover.

"You have no idea how much I needed that", she Unf’d. "Now, if we weren’t at work…." Her eyes rolled back as she imagined.

She snapped out of it to the sound of a phone ringing. “Go, clean up and pretend you’re not as dirty as I am, Daniel.” They both laughed.

And as his ass wiggled away, and the cum river streamed down his inner thighs, she said,”You need to invite me over to join you two sometime. I have this giant girlcock that needs breaking in…”.

Daniel had just given her a gift that would definitely keep her cumming…

 
 
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Rob's Diary, Next Chapter - Tangled Up With Two


As Saturday night grew closer, whispering its promise of a real live, unbridled sex romp with the quietly virile Rory and his delectably sensuous wife, Alice, I began to receive texts and messages from them both. Some were written in unison, but a few were little secrets that the other's spouse wouldn't know about. Those secrets were prepping me for what they liked, inquiring about what I might like, and/or asking me for a few lewd surprises they wanted to spring on their significant other. I thus became the hub of all of the lurid info, the keeper of their every dirty three-way desire, along with a trunkful of my own.

My favorite messages, of course, were the little hints from them both of things they wanted to do with me, to me, for me, and the closer the day came, the more eternal my mind's and body's erections raged. Part of me wanted to plan every filthy act with each, but another part of me wanted to just show up, feel the atmosphere of the feral moment, and improv my way through the orgasmic weekend with these two bonded, and oh, so eager-for-me lovers. I would have my way with both, and hope they would with me, one at a time and together.

I began to wonder what tricks they themselves had up their sleeves, and even more so, what cached kinks lurked behind those slyly wicked eyes of Alice's. Something told me she had her own bawdy wonderland that she drew from, a place that she'd keep in check until she knew it was safe.

And I had no doubt that this slinky siren could corral both of her men (or any women who crossed her naked path) into any deviance she desired in the moment. There was an intangible seductive aura about Alice that made me want to explore every dark corner of her salacious mind. With all of that swimming about in my head, I decided for myself that it was time to plan just enough, and leave the doors wide open for a ton of savage surprises. 

On the day, I brought a bag with me, mostly with things to wear home, because I knew what I had on at my arrival would end up soaked and shredded and steeped in triplicate sex. In the mix, i managed to slide a few toys and goodies into the side pockets, just in case certain ideas came up on the fly. I had to remember, other than the incredibly hot and incredibly surprising first fuck at the gym with Rory, I didn't really know these two, individually, or as a couple. And couples can also have separate personalities than each mate alone. 

I was to be the invited guest, in their home, in their bed, and then deep in their orifices all. It would be an intriguing line to walk, especially since the man-to-man sex was brand new to me, debuted to fucking perfection with the husband himself. And god knows I wanted my turn with his alluring wife, which he and she both seemed thrilled about. But in the doing, I imagined that one must be careful not to "own her in the moment" too much. The last thing I'd want was to lose this delicious pair over some trio-newbie misunderstanding.

I soon tossed my worries out with the trash, when I remembered that, according to Rory, their threesomes had not borne any real satisfactory fruit, so this was my chance to take us all to some depraved, ambrosial corner of tangled-up nirvana.

At The Door

I dressed casually, but well: form-fitting jeans, crisp white shirt, black boxers, and easily escapable shoes. I cleaned my body and lightly scented my skin with subtle, forest-scented natural oils. And though dinner was suggested in the plans, I knew from my first encounter at the gym that food would be our last priority once I arrived. So, I ate the way I would when training for my 10K runs. Stamina would be my best ally.

Upon arrival, with some nice cabernet in hand, both anxious beauties greeted me at the door, and with such lustful eagerness on their faces, I wanted to tackle them both, take them right there and invite their neighbors to watch. As the door closed behind me, I felt Rory's hand slide into mine, and I watched him gently push Alice into my embrace. She tilted her glowing face up to mine with a smiling plea for a kiss, and when our mouths met, she devoured mine, softly and slowly, plundering my insides, like her tongue was searching for a taste of her husband's seed in my cheeks from days before.

When we broke, we both purred audibly, and I couldn't help but melt a little, when her small soft hand caressed my cheek. Before I could look at Rory, she leaned n close once more, nipped at my ear and said, "Now I get to see you do that with my man" Her right eyebrow arched with a little wickedness, and she batted her eyes once only, and added with quiet insistence, "Please?"

My hands unconsciously slipped down to the lush curve of her bottom as I grinned back and answered, "It would be my pleasure."

I turned and took Rory by the back of his head with my other hand, and I pulled him in firmly to kiss his mouth the way Alice had dug into mine. As she saw her husband open to my invasion, I heard Alice moan quietly and felt her thighs gently tremble against me. I let a finger or two nuzzle her just under her ass cheek, and soon she had hands on both of our chests as Rory and I gave her more than she'd hoped for.

I turned to her when the kiss broke and smirked "Like that?"

She was wide-eyed and biting her lower lip. "Fuck yes. More please. The others never did that."

Alice stepped out from between us to watch, and as Rory and I moved in to wrap about each other and deepen the kisses, we both felt Alice's hands pressing our hips together from our asses. In the right moment, I thought I'd give her one more visual that I knew would send her. I pushed Rory to the wall, slid a hand down to his rising erection and rubbed him like I was calling the genie from the magic lamp. I bit his lip and nipped at his neck, and soon his hand was grabbing at my ass. I looked over to see that Alice had lowered herself onto the arm of the sofa, and with widened thighs, was rubbing her own little hot button right through her skirt and panties.


Popping the Cork


When the toying and teasing paused for all of us to take a breath, Alice shamelessly kept rubbing herself. She looked at me and smirked "I think dinner can wait. That okay with you?"

I smirked back and said, "I knew. I already ate. Maybe just a little wine for flavoring?"

She nodded and we all three stepped into the kitchen, trying to inject the awkwardly casual conversation that we'd yet to have. Alice had worked for a catering company, so she went right to opening the bottle, but as she peeled the foil and plunged the corkscrew in, Rory and I flanked her, and let our hands run gently over her curves, while rubbing ourselves against her and nibbling on her swan-like neck.

When my fingers scissored one of her nipples through her blouse, she gasped, "Keep that up and we won't get to the wine either, until you DP me right here!"

"Shall I?" I asked, as I took the bottle and finished the task. 

I poured a taster glass and sipped. "It needs to breathe a little, but it's not bad as it is. Wanna taste?"

I looked at Rory and signaled for that first secret play moment he had asked for. Both men's hands began to unloose Alice from her blouse. Her soft white breasts and dark rose areolas burst forth, as she was sans bra, her nipples already at pert attention from eyeing the man-to-man make-out session.

I held one hand under her left breast, and poured a little wine onto her collarbone, so it would trail down to coat and warm her nipple. And what ran into my cupped hand, I slathered onto that breast, then repeated this christening over the other.

Without a word, Rory and I were sipping the tingling, red grape from Alice's white body, then in tandem moving up to her mouth to feed her what we had lapped up from her curves. Our tasting began lightly, but as things heated up, Alice's fists were lacing into our locks, and her nipples were being suckled and tugged in taut lips and teeth's grips. In no time, hubby and I were moving intently down her belly, drizzling wine and licking it up, kissing and taunting. Alice was now without her skirt, and we two males were nipping at her inlets through her now dewing panties. 

By pure instinct, Rory and I looked up at Alice in perfectly timed synchronicity, and she was looking down, holding her breath while tugging at her reddened nipples. There was a long silence, then she whispered hoarsely, "Yes, please."

I almost heard her whimper when I stood to pour a full glass of wine, but I knelt immediately after, sipped a bit, then pulled Rory in to share the mouthful of wine in another lush kiss, to which Alice uttered under her breath, "Fuck, yes."

Rory and I pulled her panties to, then off of her ankles in one swift motion, turned her between us, my face to her perfectly coifed, pale pink labia, and he to her blushing bottom. We pressed her thighs apart and thrust our wine-soaked tongues into her front and rear relentlessly, and began to make molten jello of her legs, and a running stream of the inside of her thighs.

When she hit her first peak, she nearly ripped some of the hair from our skulls, she came so hard. And when she was done, she crumpled into our strong double embrace. She shared our wine and girl-cum laced kisses, and in the midst, Alice's hands were suddenly wrapped around both of our cocks, and rubbing them rhythmically through our jeans. My fingers dipped deep into her sopping, still twitching cunt, smeared both her and Rory's faces with what I captured there, and lapped it from both wanton maws.

I put a hand on both of their hungry faces, and said quietly, "I've always wanted a couple to ready me for fucking." And as I finished the sentence, I stood slowly. Alice's hand never left my firming bulge, and without missing a beat, she whispered to Rory "get his belt". Between the two of them, my jeans and boxers were at my ankles in record time.

Alice took the first salvo, stroking and purring at the new hard flesh toy before her, then licking and teasing and wrapping her lips about my cock. She looked up at me, opened wide, and took a long deep plunge, wrapped me tight in her opening throat, then suckled and hummed away. It was velvety fellatio heaven. But she didn't linger long. She was dying to watch Rory do the same to me.

She cuddled up to her husband as he moved in to take over, and she rubbed her diamond hard nipples on his ribcage as he opened his lips to echo her oral play on me. In no time, Alice was chanting sweet obscenities into Rory's ear, then all of a sudden, she pushed her way in to join him in doubly devouring my now fully rigid, begging flesh.

God, the feeling of their two mouths on me like that - the soft full-lipped feline suckle and the scruffy male tug - both fighting for position on my cock and sac, like hungry wolves to a fresh kill - it is still nearly indescribable, but most of me never wanted it to end. I was ready to spray a gallon of lust all over their faces, and have them feed it back to me as I regained full consciousness.

But I was looking at the big picture, and as I got close to a buzzing precipice, I pulled them both away and back up by the hair and hands to standing.

"Rory's still half dressed, Alice." I teased. "What shall we do about that?"

As Alice giggled, I swung Rory around and pushed him over the dividing countertop.  I reached under, unbuckled, unzipped and tugged his clothes to a naked end. Without a word having to be spoken, Alice and I were soon trading places back and forth, suckling his balls, supping and handling his beautiful cock, and taunting his hot ass pucker with penetrating fingers and lashing, thrusting tongues, all the while having a running dialogue about "Does he like this?" "Yeah, but what he really wants is...mmmmmm".

Rory was hanging on to the counter's edge for dear carnal life, and half-delirious by the time we stopped. Soon, the three of us knew we needed a royally unabashed fucking before we all imploded. The two cocks were rabid, hard and drooling, and one touch to Alice's nethers told me that her gorgeous cunt was already a wading pool.


The Bedroom Beckons


We were into the bedroom almost without knowing how we got there, though I did love the feeling of Alice pulling us by our cock poles like we were her own personal flesh and blood rickshaw. Once by the bed, Alice stopped and turned, and her boys flanked her instinctively, all three of us exploring every nook of the others' bodies non-stop, in a slow motion Braille read.

Alice broke the silence. "Wherever shall we fucking start?"

"Fucking is a good start", I quipped, then added, "I know..."

I nodded to Rory, as our next secret ploy was about to unfold. And in truth, we both knew it was what Alice wet-dreamed of endlessly. We lifted her off the ground, and placed her on the bed. Rory knelt over her, pinning her arms down, as I reached for the cuffs to bind her to the headboard. "Whatever are you boys up to now?" she panted, not knowing the plan, but already so turned on by the very idea of being bound and under two hungry, naked men, that her legs were squirming from the renewed rush in her labial gorge.

I kissed one side of her neck and Rory the other, as we gave her the first hints. 

"I know you were dying to watch us at the gym, honey" Rory teased,  "But you couldn't really see much through the steam."

She moaned "Oh fuuuuck!"

I leaned in and slid a finger into her swollen folds. "Just enjoy the show, sweet Alice. This is just for you to savor. We'll tell you when you can touch. And taste. And maybe join us if you're good."

And right before we began, I smiled at Rory and said, "It's a shame she can't touch herself." 

Then, an idea hit. I reached for an anal plug that Rory pointed out as hers. I lubed it first in her juices, then with some actual lube (though I doubt the latter was necessary). We men proceeded to tease and warm up her pretty little back hole to take that eternally-nuzzling toy inside. It was only fair that she had something stirring her up down there during the dirty show and tell.

Once Alice was plugged, Rory and I laid by her sides and right in front of her face, began to kiss each other feverishly, like the  two revved-up lovers we were, readying for a pounding, feral fuck. In no time we were kneeling above her, trading shaft strokes, gently moaning, while biting mouths and shoulders and nipples.

"Like what you see, Miss Wonderland?" I smirked.

"Oh my fucking god in heave....."

She stopped as I lowered my hips to just over her face, my cock ready to rain on her mouth, which she opened instinctively in case there were any errant droplets. But before that could occur, I tugged Rory down by the hair to my cock's level, and he began to lick and suck and swallow and tease my thrumming sex right over top of her wide-eyed breathlessness. I made sure she was watching every moment, when I gripped her husband by the ears and mane, and face-fucked him right into his throat, just inches from her tongue's reach. The sound emanating from Rory's savaged insides alone had her whole body flushed and arching, ready to cum along with me, when I did.

But Rory and I stopped, and traded places for a bit, as I gave him what he'd just given to me - a good, nasty, Alice-teasing, deep as possible cocksucking. And as an oral finale, we smeared Alice's lips with both of our pre-juices, then kissed away at her and each other, until all three tongues were coated and whetted for more. While our faces were that close to hers, I kissed Rory once more and said, "Let's show her what she really wants to see."

I moved up and positioned Rory's hips to straddle his wife's flushed face far enough above for her to focus on everything, but close enough for her to almost taste. Mostly, I wanted her to see and feel the first anal penetrations. Since soap worked the first time as a lube, and Alice was already a fountain of slippery honey, I dipped a few fingers deep into her pot and stirred it up to soak them good.

I slathered my shaft in her gushings, and coated her hubby's anal chute with the next handful. Alice could not stop her new mantra. "Oh fuck yes. Fuck him. Fuck him deep." which sometimes veered off to "Fuck me. Fuck you for not letting me touch.... Fuck yes!!"

I began to alternate two- and three-fingered, deepening thrusts that were stretching Rory's back door open, with slipping my hand away to slide my hard meat up and down in his perfect, firm, wetted crack. The elongated tease was making Alice beg now, which is exactly where we wanted her. It was time. I made one last taunt, shoving my fingers deep inside of Rory's bottom, and whispering to Alice how nice and warm and tight it felt.

"I'm just dying to fuck your husband's ass. It was so good against the wall. I'll bet it's even better taking him from behind"

All she could utter was "Ohhhhhhhhh my fuuuucking gaahhh..."

I slid my cock along Rory's prepped crevice, while reaching around to grasp his pulsating cock. I whispered to him, "Rory, babe... you want me to fuck you now?"

I was teasing him past his own point of sexual sanity and he rasped, "God, Rob, just ram that fucking thing in my ass and ride me already." Then he begged,"Fuck me, please! Fuck me until I cum all over Alice!"

Alice growled at her man's plea, and Rory roared ferociously as I pushed my cockhead well into his tight, hot, little gripping butthole. I, too, was moaning aloud with the feel of his taut anal embrace on the first third of my humming shaft, and I made sure that Alice could see me rocking my swollen, purpling rod deeper into her hubby's breached bottom with every rock-a-bye push.

I kept taunting her as her body instinctively rose off the sheets to feel the heat, "Mmmmm. it's so fucking tight and warm and yummy inside of your boy's asshole, so dirty and deep. And listen to him - he fucking loves this! I'm going to empty my balls so far inside him he'll taste it in his mouth" Then I shoved my cock in deeper again to punctuate the filthy tease with a filthier visual.

All Alice could manage was a stream of things like "Oh, fuck jesus fuck..." and other unintelligible, obscene mumblings.

As I began to push farther into the tight little man-ass in front of me, I began to stroke Rory's cock so it dribbled endlessly onto Alice's face. In very little time, all three of us had our own singsong mantras revving up and entwining about the others', and the orgiastic symphony we made together began to ramp the perverse deeds up past the breaking point.

Just before I reached full depth inside of Rory's arching ass, I told him to give his wife a taste. I made him buckle his legs enough so his cock laid across her face and she lapped away at his straining cock like a starving animal, while I pushed into his arching rear ever further and ripped away at his nipples. Now Rory was pleading, and in a flash, I tugged him back so his hips were directly over his wife's, and his face nestled down next to hers.

I gripped Rory's hips and set myself for the oncoming slamfuck. Then I wickedly announced to Alice that her husband's ass was now mine. All three of us howled to the carnal moon as the raging assfuck took flight. Rory was grunting into Alice's ear, her feet were gripping his thighs to feel the rocking, and I was on my own rabid trajectory, knowing that I had a thundering load to deliver into his willing body once I was balls deep, and ramming to go past there.

As we got closer, I grabbed Rory by the hair, even spanked his ass the way I would with any woman. And when I heard Alice cry out 'FUCK ME!", I decided to take it literally. I eased the slamfuck just enough to grab Alice's legs and tug them up towards Rory's hips. I pressed Rory's pelvis to hers, and guided his ready to burst cock, right into the sloshing pool of her pleading cunt walls. 

I pressed Alice's knees to her breasts, let my weight fall on them both, and then began to pound down into the couple below me, setting us into the final ascent to our three-way volcanic eruption. Rory and Alice were moaning and grunting and roaring obscenities into each other's ears. I was driving my cock's swollen head right through Rory's pliant ass and into Alice's sacred, screaming wet insides.

Rory was the first to fly, and as Alice shrieked her orgasmic waves' onset, Rory's sphincter rippled with the echo of his cock's spasms, and I swiftly hit my peak with a vengeance. The feeling was so intense, I thought I was going to bury even my balls inside of his pummeled rump's shivering grip. There was clawing and biting and body-shocking twitches in triplicate, echoing back and forth like those pendulum balls knocking to and fro on a science teacher's desk. It was orgasmic ping pong, paddled back and forth and back again, the rhythms of which were sending us into endless streams of reverberating aftershocks, then slowly easing us back to earth and bed and cum-drenched, entangled bodies.


Round Two


As we lay in a panting entwined heap, still doubly embedded, I hummed into Alice's ear that her hubby had "such a hot ass for fucking. I've cum in it twice now, and it's even better the second time." Then I nipped at her ear and whispered "I can't wait to cum in yours too."

She kissed me hard with a wet moan, then kissed Rory. "I've never seen anything so fucking hot...", and her thought trailed off as her eyes watered and rolled back into her immediate sense memory.

When we finally uncoupled, I pulled Rory down to join me in licking his cum from his wife's gurgling pussy. She was still tied to the bed, so she could only watch and wriggle and continue to gush. She whimpered, then protested when Rory and I began to share the seed and honey mouth-to-dirty-mouth. But we also knew she would love watching this more than she could express. We moved up to her finally, and all three of us lapped away and traded the runny spoils.

We freed Alice's arms, and she quickly promised to get even, with a color in her voice I had yet to hear. Rory just raised an eyebrow. He clearly knew that tone. She fucking well meant it.

Then she took the reins and tugged me down to her husband's fucked ass to feast, and as Alice and I shared clean-up pleasures there, Rory arched his hips and groaned into the pillows. The luscious feline and I lapped my cum and hers from her man's ass and balls and cock, then from one another's faces. She whispered to me in the midst, "Who the fuck are you? I've never seen anything so hot! And from a bi newbie?"

I whispered back "It's something I've wanted to try for some time now, especially with a couple. And i always think, if you're going to have a new wild adventure, why hold back?  Don't half-ass it, just dive all the way the fuck in!"

We heard Rory's voice, "What are you two up to back there?"

Alice swatted her hubby's ass and balls playfully, and answered, "We're having dessert and telling secrets. Get over it!"

Alice licked one more swath of cum from the side of my mouth and ran her hand over my entire body as she quietly and wantonly pleaded, "Can we keep you?"

I nodded and mouthed in silent, the words "Fuck yes!".  There was one more wicked look shared between us, then we headed back to the pile-up with Rory.

Not long after, Round 2 had me giving Alice the same wall ride as Rory got at the gym (she begged to feel what that was like, and made me promise to teach Rory how to do that to her). And as she and I heated up, Rory began to ready his cock for a raw ride on my ass. He held onto his wife's fucked, rolling hips, and slipped up and down on my rocking crack, right up until it was breaching time.

But something else Alice had been dying for came to my mind in a flash, and I lifted her away from the wall, while still being buried full length inside of her unbelievably silken, sopping cunt. I turned her to Rory, and just said, "Take her ass this time. You can have mine later."

He worked his fierce tool into his wife's more-than-willing back door, and once he had penetration and we found our stance and balance, Rory and I began to lift and drop Alice onto our hungry cocks. She was suddenly weightless and fully DP'd all in one feral breath. I could feel Rory's shaft sliding against mine through her inner membrane, and it fired up the tempo even more. At one point, we were practically throwing Alice into the air, and letting go so she could slam down onto both flesh rods, piercing herself front and rear, deeper than she'd ever felt.

And before our legs weakened, and our cocks exploded in unison, Alice was already close to her third orgasm of the round, roaring her unyielding fuck-bliss, clawing my shoulder and Rory's neck until we almost bled. After we did all erupt in firecracker succession, shaking the rafters and rattling the window panes, as we descended from the ride, we decided not to catch our collective breath in mid-stance - it was time to shimmy back over to the bed and collapse there, lest we hit the floor with a crashing thud.


The Morning After


There was more playing hither and yon before we fell asleep in a tangled twist, but as I awoke in the couple's bed the following morn, I was gently nudged to consciousness by the aromatic blend of freshly brewed coffee and all night sex. When I opened my eyes, the two lovers who had invited me into their sacred space were nowhere to be seen...or heard.

Once I could focus, I looked to the side table, and there was a steaming mug of black coffee (she had asked me along the way how I liked mine), and a note written in two different hands. I reached to the table, only to find my right hand cuffed to the headboard, which made me laugh out loud. 

"Oh Alice" I said aloud, "No doubt this was you." Luckily, she had left my other hand free for the coffee and the missive.

Rory's note was brief. "We've headed out to buy food. The least we could do is to make you breakfast. Back soon."

Alice's was a little more pointed:

"Rob babe, you said we could keep you. It's my turn to run the show after breakfast, and I just couldn't let you go before I had my spin at the fucking helm. I have some toys that need breaking in. They're in the box by the bed. See you soon, Mr. Hot Fuck.

PS. We may need to give Rory some lessons in topping men, but he can wait. When we get back, I have first dibs on you."

One look at Alice's box of tricks, and a sensory replay of the night before in my greedy mind, and I knew I was never going to want to leave this bed. Ever.


 
 
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My email to you read:

"Darling Tess, 

I have to tell you about this stunning, hot, dirty dream I had last night. And yes, you were in it with me, big time. No doubt it came out of our talk about being free to do anything and everything we want, so that we could finally realize some of our deepest desires. Yeah, you know what those are.  I'm in town for the day, as you know. No doubt that's why I was dreaming of you. Can you meet me at the Villa Rosa Inn for coffee? You're not going to want to be at work when I tell you all of this."

With you arriving earlier than expected, as soon as we got settled, you begged me for every naked detail. I happily launched into my dream's filthy saga, trying not to leave anything out. And it was all I could do not to get lost in my own arousal, while watching every obscene pleasure register on your gorgeous face:


The first thing I remember was running to you, and grabbing your hands, looking around to see that we were alone. 

"Tess, I found it!" I said. 

 "Found what?", you asked.

"The portal!" 

Your eyes widened. You knew exactly what I meant.

"Are you sure?" you asked, before getting too excited.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure. It's the portal to a parallel universe, where you and I are both single, and we can do anything and everything we want. We can try on and test drive any filthy fantasy under the naked sun."

Next thing I knew I was grabbing your hand and pulling you through the portal into our new wanton wonderland. You must have had something special going on at work that day, because you were dressed incredibly sexy, black dress with a floral pattern, luscious pumps and sassy stockings. You looked good enough to eat. Once we got through to the other side, part of me wanted to push you immediately to the ground or against a tree, and just take you right there. 

But, we both knew what this was about. We didn't even have to talk about it. We were in synch on what we were there for, more than anything else; that thing we'd talked about again and again; the one scenario that excited us both relentlessly, and the one, it seemed , few if any of our friends or lovers ever wanted as much as we did. It was that unabashed, unbridled, full-on MMF fuckfest, where 'Yes, do it!' was the only answer. 

We walked down the pretty city street of this new dreamscape in mid-to-late afternoon. It looked and felt a bit like Santa Barbara or Aspen, or a mix of the two. 

No words had been spoken at this point, but as we neared a series of outdoor cafes, we took hands, and our pace quickened. We were quietly giddy, like we had decided to go window shopping together for a very special, very secret gift. And indeed we were doing just that. We were on the hunt for our third, for our other man: one delicious enough, open enough and horny enough to join us in every triple-bodied depravity we could concoct. As we eased into the busy block of eateries, our hands unconsciously cupped each other's anxious asses.

Then we saw him, and it was a miracle that he didn't notice us staring at him like two deer in the headlights. One look at each other, and we knew we were in total agreement. He was perfect for us. A bit younger, well dressed, but askew, rumpled, like he'd come from a big interview and was winding down while he hunted for other job possibilities. There was that other certain question that was lingering in the air, but somehow, we both instinctively knew the answer would be 'Yes'.

We grabbed a table near him, and watched for a bit, whispering to each other about things we wanted to do with him... and to him.  And just as we were planning our first contact, he stood up, as if to go. He smiled at us and asked if we'd watch his things while he went  inside to grab another coffee. We nodded, and savored the sight of him as he sauntered inside. You leaned in to me and commented that his loose clothing was masking a delicious body. I had kind of thought the same thing, but was less sure about what I saw. Of course, I completely trusted your take on him, because you'd been watching men a lot longer than I had.

When he returned, he thanked us, and we had a little exchange at our table. We could both feel the warmth that radiated from his full-lipped smile and his gray-blue eyes. He went back to his job search , and at the right moment, you went over to his table, had a quiet little chat with him, and left him a note to read. It was an invitation to join us for coffee... and a whole lot more, should he be interested. You left the details of the "whole lot more" on the other side of the paper, and we both grinned happily, when he took the bait and flipped the paper over to read its opposite leaf. Penned on the back was a simple invitation to a sexual threesome with us. It was followed by the question that, if he was interested in sex, would it be with one of us, or both?

When he looked over, you held up one finger, then two, with a quizzical look on your face, clearly awaiting his answer. He held up two fingers, and in no time, he was at our table. We'd found our heavenly erotic treasure, and his name was David.

The dream flashed forward to the hotel lobby we chose for our tryst. We waited quietly for the elevator door to close, and once it did, all three of us were slowly, but feverishly tasting each other's mouths, while grabbing and pawing at the others' hungry crotches and asses. This was clearly going to be a collision on wet fucking wildfire.

Inside the room, once the door shut, you took no time in letting us two men know that you wanted to watch us first, which came as no surprise to me. I pressed David to the nearest wall, and he and I began kissing, slowly at first, but deeply and with unflinching intensity. As kissing turned to nipping and taunting, we were soon pawing at each other, grinding hips, letting our cocks rise and rub one another through out clothing, and grabbing any intimate place we could reach. You settled yourself quietly, leaning against the wall next to us, your skirt partly up, your hands blatantly in your panties.

David and I began undressing each other,and in no time shirts were yanked open and hands were reaching in through belts and open flies and boxers, as we vied for handmade erections and nipple biting rights. As things heated up, you would now and then toss a piece of your clothing to the floor, with one hand digging into your soaking slit, as your other one would reach out to fondle and caress one of us wherever you could.

I spied a hook above the door, yanked David's necktie from his open dress shirt. I bound his wrists together and hooked them above his head there. I kissed him hard and then began to ease my tasting southward, nipping and licking him along the way. When I got to my knees, I yanked the rest of his clothes to his ankles, and his big, beautiful cock was in my face, firm and pulsing and already dripping. I looked over at you, as I held his cock up, and licked the entire length under his shaft, from base to tip. I took his cockhead and painted my lips with his pre-cum, then turned to kiss you. You lapped away at my mouth until I moved back to slather more of his pre-drip onto my lips, and before we kissed again, you smeared your own lips with your sweet cunt's honey flow. Once again, we feasted on each other's slippery mouths, then you nuzzled your cheek against his thigh, waiting for my cock-sucking show to begin.

And I gave you one. I shamelessly toyed with his thickened meat, popping the head in and out of my lips' grip, then pushing in to half-swallowed length, humming and licking, while stroking him tightly from the base. I could see you digging into your glistening pink folds, and pulling hard on one twisted nipple. I made sure your eyes were peeled on me, as I pushed my face onto his cock as far as my throat would allow, and you moaned right along with him, as I reached near full length. Then I felt your fingers lace into my hair, as I bobbed up and down on his cock, and soon I could feel you pushing me to go deeper, and take him past my gag reflex.

He nearly exploded into my face when I reached under to finger his ass, so I backed off a bit. We didn't want him to cum too soon, although we had no plans of letting him go for days, if we could help it. We let him settle a bit, then you slipped in front of me, offering me your perfect ass crack and your sopping wet, hot cunt to ride, while we shared the pleasures of devouring his ferocious cock. And God how I loved the feel of slow-fucking both of your luscious crevices, as we lapped and licked and sucked away, toying with him ever further. We looked at one another in a particular moment, and without words, we agreed it was time for more.

In no time, I had him bent over the bed's end, sliding my hungry cock up and down his taut ass cheeks, and dipping my fingers into your cunt alongside of yours, to slick them up. I needed some honeyed lube for his ass, and you were producing it in bucketfuls. I had three fingers spreading and fucking him, then I knelt to add my tongue to the mix. That sight alone had you opening your legs as far as you could, and as I looked up to watch you, I could see you trying your damnedest to fit your entire fist into your ravenous cunt walls.

When my fingers finally left his anal grip, and my cockhead pushed its way inside of him with a popping forceful drive, his head rose up towards you with a growl, and you grabbed his hair, then rolled your hips back in an attempt to get him to tongue-fuck your ass while your fist was still pressing inward. As his tongue began to lap away wherever it could reach, your fist exited your gushing insides and soon his face was buried there in its stead.

I rammed deeper and deeper into his ass, you were reining his hair and riding his scruffy face, and all three of us were on the cusp of a three way screaming eruption. I came hard and first, dumping a roaring load into his tight, rocking ass, and you followed swiftly after, drowning David in your wild rushing syrup.

The dream soon morphed (as they can) into an all day, all night, uninhibited trio romp. There was one sequence in which we were all fucking each other in that three-way pile up we've talked about, each taking turns being in the middle. I can still feel the echo of what it was like to be deep inside of you, fucking you furiously face to face, with him driving his thick cockrod  to balls deep, and emptying a gallon of warm seed into my willing asshole.

At one point I remember you slipping a plug into his ass after I had filled it with another huge load of cum, then we set to sucking his cock together, eventually fighting over his monster cumspray. We shared what we'd captured in hot kisses then we unplugged his ass, and took turns licking up my cum, as it leaked with a dirty promise from his deeply fucked rear. And of course we shared it with him as well, in the naked aftermath. And that led to a long, slow fondling shower, more hot play, then waking up with three sated bodies in a purring, morning tangle, only to launch into some new succulent savagery all over again.


"So....that was the dream. That's all I can remember. "

There was a long  silence when I was done with my dream's salacious narration, then I leaned into you.

"Tess, this was the hottest fucking dream I've have ever had. I was so hard and dripping when I woke, I had to masturbate right then and there... all over myself.... trying to remember and feel all of those things."

There was another paused, in which I could see you visibly flushed and rocking in your seat.

"So, what do you think? Tess?"

You leaned in close and whispered to me, "Fuck, Stephen, when I get up from here, I swear there will be a puddle on this seat."

Our eyes locked. We were both thinking the same thing, but were trying not to go there thoughtlessly. Finally you said softly, "You have a room here?"  I nodded. You grabbed my hand, just the way I had snagged yours in the dream, and you yanked me out of my chair.

"We need to go there", you insisted, "Now!".

We hit the elevator, but unlike the dream we were not alone. We moved behind the crowd, and you tried not to make a sound when I slipped a hand under your skirt and into your incredibly drenched panties.

When we got into the room, I closed the door, and turned to press you against the wall, just the way I did to David in the dream. We started tongue-fucking each other's throats, while grabbing at hips to rid them of anything that stood between us. My jeans were soon at my ankles, your skirt was up and your panties were shredded and tossed. I lifted you off the floor, pinning you to the wall, slipped my arms under your thighs, then drove my cock right to the back wall of your sweet raining cunt.

And just before I started pounding your pleading pussy to the I-beams, I bit your ear and whispered, "Now just imagine David fucking my ass while we do this."  You howled loudly, and drove your hips right back into mine. 

And as our rhythms started to jackhammer faster, you tried to answer back through the pummeling:

"We *slam* have to *thrust* find *slam* David..... "

Oh yes, we do. And we have to find that fucking portal.

 
 

"Will you fuck him like you fuck me?" she asked her man in the purring dirty talk of their after-fuck-glow.

She was nudging him to further sift through the possible sexual litany of his newly awakened bi-male hungers. After the two had dared to orally grace another man’s cock together, the fever for more rose in them both exponentially.

"In what way, baby?" he asked as he kissed her forehead.

"You know, things like…" and she trailed off as her fingers unconsciously slipped into her already dripping cunt purse, and her other hand feather-petted his re-rising cock shaft.

"Things like…?" he pried.

"Like… making him beg for your cock the way you do me sometimes". She sighed softly as another of her slippery fingers stuffed her inner walls. 

"And…" she continued "..making him kneel; using his mouth, fucking his throat with your fist in his hair."  This one got to him and urged a bead of pre-cum to peak out of his swelling head’s slit as she stroked him steadily.

He knew the next suggestion was the one she was building up to and his body waited for the burning spark.

She nipped at his ear, painted his lips with his own pre-cum, kissed him, then whispered closely, “What I really want to see you do is fuck him off the ground the way you do me. Spread those amazing thighs of yours and lift and drop his tight little asshole onto your yummy cock. The two of you face to face, eye to eye, kissing and biting and grunting…would be So. Fucking. Hot. to see!”

With every word, she would stroke or nip or kiss him and he would return the groping, licking favors. By the end of the reveal, her own entire fist was trying to enter her ravenous cunt’s opening.

"I want to see you turn him into a rocking pile of begging jelly, like you do to me, then pound him against the wall until he claws at your back and sprays his built-up bucket of cum all over your tummy and chest.’

She was now straddling her man as they pawed one another, slipping her sopping, luscious cunt’s lips all along his shaft’s length, priming him for assault.

"If I could watch you do that, baby, I might never stop cumming." She moaned. "Do it to me now, please… and imagine you’re fucking him.”

She lubed his cock with the puddled insides of her pussy pool, then slid his vibrating cockhead to her tight little anal ring and began working down on him.

Once he was halfway into her stunning, wriggling rump, he needed no other goading.  He did just as she begged. levitating her off the ground on his spread thighs, lifting her and slamming her body all the way down to his cock’s breaching base. When she could manage words, she whispered more filthy suggestions like “You can feel his cock smearing precum all over your tummy. Fuck his asshole like you own it!! Cuz you fucking do!!”

He went wild, showing her in no uncertain terms that he would do just that. He would have no mercy on his first mancunt-breaching. When he pressed her to the wall, he slid his arms under her thighs to pry her apart, still imagining the man he would take just like this.

And once this ramped-up couple had both ripped into the whirlwind of shivering, slamming orgasms together, they soon found themselves crumpled in a panting, near-giggling, sticky heap on the floor.

The intensity was something that surprised them both, and there was no doubt that, when the male whose cock they had savored in unison, returned soon for a planned threesome night, he would indeed take him. Just. Like. That.

His greedy girl let his hot dirty cock slip from her rear’s sheath, then she slid down and licked its tip as she looked up at him. “One more thing.” she purred wickedly. “I get to clean you both up.”

And as she played show-and-tell on his messy meat, his eyes rolled back into his own carnal corner of heaven.

Nothing was going to stop this new dirty dream from cumming true. She had seen to that… brilliantly.