Bisexual Stories

Birthday

2007-07-31T16:16:00.000-07:00

160 Birthday Every once in a while my girlfriend Diana and I get together with Jeff, Tina, Matt and Jen for some fantastic group sex. When Diana told me last Wednesday that we would be seeing them on the coming (no pun intended) weekend, I knew something special was in store - it would be my birthday that Saturday. Jeff and Tina are, like Diana and myself, college students. Jeff is very lean and graceful, with jet-black hair and a nine-inch monster cock. Tina looks almost like his sister - average height and slim build, with the same ebony hair, but *definitely* more feminine. Her hair reaches almost down to her slender hips and ass, her waist is a smooth, aerodynamic curve, and her breasts are a gorgeous pink handful with small, sensitive nipples. She also has a pussy tighter than some asses I've had - I don't know how Jeff fits his thing in there. Matt and Jen are a radically different couple. Matt is large - he's not one of those body-building psychos you see on Muscle Beach, but he works out and his bulk shows it. He also plays for the rugby team at our school and his rough style shows up in bed - all of us have come away from our group sessions with bruises at least once. His cock is only five inches of average thickness, though. (I always secretly thought it funny that Jeff is about half of Matt's size, but has such a large cock, comparatively.) Jen is about as voluptuous as they come - big, soft hips and 44DDD breasts, with plenty of sexy padding to boot. If you close your eyes during one of her blow jobs, you'll also swear she has a ten-inch tongue - she can use it well. Diana and I fall in between these other couples physically (and sometimes literally). I am average height and build, not too bulky, but very toned. My hair is short, curly, and on the dark side of blonde.

My cock is a healthy six-and-a-half inches and has seen some pretty amazing places - among them, every hole Diana's got. My girlfriend is about 5'4", with sunbleached brown hair. She's a dancer, although this doesn't make her quite as slim as Tina. She is, however, *very* strong and flexible, which makes her an absolute wonder in bed - we fuck every night, often more than once, and never seem to repeat the same position in any given week. (Do you know what you can *DO* with a woman who is able to put her legs behind her head and go down on herself?) Whatever happens in these six-way trysts - and plenty does - she'll always be my favorite. So, of course, I was hyper and quite erect as Diana and I drove to Tina's house early that Saturday morning. She rubbed my cock through my jeans all the way there. I almost begged her to go down on me as I drove, but she refused, telling me to save myself for the party. The truth was, I was disappointed (in the beginning). Through the morning we fucked and sucked through our usual variations. It was good, of course, but nothing as spectacular as I'd hoped for. I was still with my friends and having a great time, though, so when we took a break for lunch and birthday cake (all the men had come once and the women a bit more by that time), I smiled and thanked them all. Diana laughed. "You haven't even gotten your present yet, Cal." And out of the corner of my eye I saw her wink at someone. Just then Matt grabbed my hands and started tying my hands with one of Tina's scarves. (It was *really* useless to fight a guy his size.) Tina got behind me and blindfolded me with another. Quickly, I was pushed to the bedroom floor and set on all fours. It was my turn to laugh. "Do I get my spankings now?" Everyone else in the room laughed, obviously with the benefit of knowing what was to happen next. One of the women then said, "you'll get quite a bit more than that!" Immediately someone pulled my head up and I felt a cock invading my mouth. That in itself was nothing new - I'd had both of the guys suck my cock at one time or another, and i've blown both of them as well. But it *was* a turn-on to be bound and blindfolded while being taken this way. I knew immediately from the size of the tool I was sucking that it was Jeff's. His first couple of strokes were short, but I quickly put my experience to work and let that hard thing into my throat.

This was no fancy blow job. His hands were locked behind my head and he was fucking my mouth like a cunt. Being so thoroughly *used* was causing my submissive side to send intense erotic impulses to my cock, and I think he knew it. But then, as soon as he was in, he was out. I put a confused look on my face, and stretched my neck to find my tasty meat-treat. Before I could speak, Matt quickly filled the space between my lips (although not as thoroughly as Jeff). He gave me a little more head room, so I sucked him like a pro, first taking him into my throat, then licking down his shaft and teasing his balls with my tongue. The next time I took him into my mouth, he planted his cock firmly in me and grabbed my shoulders, holding me still. It was then that I felt an unfamiliar pressure behind me. Jeff was stuffing that monster into my ass, after I'd lubed it with my own saliva! I'd never had anything more than a finger up there, never before a cock, and I'd certainly never been treated to this kind of double-pump action before. As soon as Jeff had drilled himself into me up to his root, I moaned around Matt's cock - he liked that a lot. As they started pounding my face and ass with all they had, I formed a mental picture of this scene. I almost came just thinking about it. My reaction must have been noticeable, because Tina commented that my rod was throbbing visibly. I then felt a hand wrap around my cock. I really went to work then, meeting Jeff's thrusts behind me, also with the intent of fucking the hand encircling my glans. A few thrusts more, and I felt the very tip of a tongue tickling my spearhead. I started furiously thrashing my hips then, paying no mind to the slight soreness in my virgin asshole. I needed an orgasm in the worst way! It must have been Diana working my cock, though, because as soon as I was near coming, she knew when to stop. I almost cried - I was desperate to come. I was soon consoled by Matt's pleasured yelps and rough pounding as he splashed my tongue and throat with his come. I swallowed it all and sucked until I was sure there was no more. Jeff slowed his pace a little while Matt pulled out, and I smelled the aroma of fresh pussy. When my blindfolded face was pushed downward, I knew exactly what to do - as Jeff resumed ramming at full speed, pushing my face into what I knew must be Jen's snatch. She wrapped her soft thighs around my ears and dug her heels into my back, and rode my face to multiple orgasms, until an eternity later, when I finally felt the liquid fire of Jeff's climax where I'd never felt it before. I asked him not to pull out just yet, as I loved the feeling of his cock going limp in my ass. After he'd pulled out, I was lifted to the bed. Dying for an orgasm, I immediately started to stroke myself with my bound hands, but this was only allowed for a few seconds. My hands were rapidly removed from my starved cock, untied, and then retied to the corners of Tina's four-poster.

My feet were given a similar treatment, my blindfold was removed, and everyone left except my girlfriend. She came to the bed, gave me a deep French kiss, and snuggled close to me. "Baby -" She put a finger to my lips. "Shhh. Don't bother, you're not getting anything. You're going to lie here and cool off until we're ready for you." With that she took my cock into her throat and ground her nose into my pubic hair. I had time to moan her name twice before she took away her wet, snug pussy-mouth and bounced out of the room, giggling. I heard nothing outside the room and assumed that they'd all gone downstairs. I did cool off, though - I think I almost feel asleep. When I heard my friends approaching again I noticed that my cock was sagging slightly and that my balls hurt quite a bit. The soreness in my asshole had subsided, though. And then I saw my five friends come in, grinning. To start off, I was given a show. We all watched my girlfriend get on her knees, looking very submissive, and suck Jeff's huge cock. If she'd ever given a better blow job, she'd saved it for me. His moans had us all turned on. After a few minutes of this, Matt came over and lifted my body like a doll, giving Jeff enough room to slip under my bound form, face-up. By the time his hard knob was positioned against my rear hole, I was fully hard again, and when he finally pushed himself in all the way, I was as turned on as I'd been earlier. Next, Matt knelt on the pillows next to my head and hand-fed me his stubby tool. I didn't mind another dose of this treatment at all. I never had any idea that this scenario of being taken by men while in bondage would be such a turn-on for me. As Matt and Jeff found their rhythm, I felt the ladies' hands and mouths start to play over my body. The mattress sagged between my legs, and I felt someone kissing my thighs. Before I knew it, I was being treated to one of Jen's famous blow jobs. This was such an amazing high - having my mouth and ass stuffed *full* of cock, being treated by this oral genius, and having two more women grind their pussies on my leg while being paying attention to my tingling flesh. I didn't think I'd last long, but Jen slowed down at the critical moment every time. After what must have been an hour of this, I heard Diana whisper, "now."

Within three seconds of that whisper, Matt made me a gift of another mouthful of come. Immediately afterward, Jeff screamed in my ear and shot his load as far up my ass as he could drive it. Then Diana and Tina each bit one of my nipples, *hard*, causing my to cry out, as Jen drove her lips down my shaft to meet my balls. I had never had an orgasm so intense that I passed out, but this one did it. It only took me a couple of seconds to recover, and when I did, Jen was still using her tongue to play with my cock, and everyone was kissing and caressing my face and body. Diana was resting her head on my chest, playing with my chest hair, and humming the tune to "Happy Birthday." Later that night, back at my place, when Diana was sucking my cock like only she could and probing my still-tender ass with her finger, I reminded her that her birthday was less than a month away. I felt her shudder gently. I hope I gave her a scare.

by:clarkson!rpi!usc!howland.reston.ans.net

3some

2007-07-31T16:09:00.001-07:00

The apartment is warm; not too hot, but as it's freezing outside, it's a welcome contrast. Cosy. I wouldn't have taken it this far, except that he'd confessed (to our mutual friend) that he'd wondered what it would be like, to have me up his ass (although, at the moment, that isn't what I have in mind...). I suspected that he was trying to impress her... I guess I'm about to find out. ...and, no matter how I look at this, strategically, there's going to be one point where I make a move that he's going to regard as `the turning point'. I may be regarding this too analytically... still, supposing that I'm right, I then decide to make that first move a bold one, as a sort of `I'm serious here!' gesture; I move close to him, practically sitting in his lap, and place my hands between his legs. Our eyes meet; we stare at each other, unblinking, for perhaps ten seconds; I sense that, maybe, he's going to withdraw, so I move my hand against his crotch, sort of cupping it around his balls (which I can feel through the material of his jeans) and put my arm around his shoulders. Well! He doesn't run screaming from the room... on the contrary, he closes his eyes and sinks back into the couch... and, yes, I believe he has the start of an erection. Which is a relief, as I don't think I could go any further if he didn't. I press myself against him, my head resting on the front of his shoulder; I move my hand again, the palm against his stomach, my fingers pressing into the bulge of his erection, moving it slowly from side to side. She enters, dressed in her usual jeans and pink floyd T-shirt.

I pause to admire the way the psychedelic design curves around her breasts, aware that my companion is doing the same thing. She sits down on the couch next to him, puts her arms around his shoulders (over mine) and kisses him. He rises to the occasion (so to speak ), pressing his mouth eagerly to hers, and yet he doesn't appear to have forgotten me, as he moves his crotch forward, pressing against my hand. We sit there, the three of us, slowly shifting back and forth, until it proves too much for him and he tries to push her away. She makes that snarling sound which I've always translated as `Oh, no you don't - *I* make the rules around here!' and shoves him over sideways so that he's forced over the arm of the chair with her practically lying on top of him, mouths still joined in a kiss. I scoot around to his front and position myself between his legs, thinking that she's a tactical genius. He's still pushing back as I press harder against the front of his jeans... he moans quietly as the heel of my hand rubs the base of his penis, and suddenly he's trying to undo his jeans with his one free hand. I help him, unzipping the fly and tugging at his denims as he lifts his hips (as much as he can with her holding him down). His erection had almost escaped the narrow confines of his underpants, so I help it, tugging the waistband down ... I'm impressed! Either the head isn't noticeably wider than the shaft, or that it's unusually thick (well, noticeably larger than mine... :-\). I carefully take it in my hand, squeezing gently, feeling its warmth as it swells even larger. This is getting a tad intimidating... as she pushes him further back over the arm of the chair in what must be a rather uncomfortable position, his groin is thrust out towards me. I can't resist the temptation to touch the end of his penis with my tongue; holding it steady with one hand (my fingers barely wrap all the way around), I slowly, tentatively lick the underside of the head, my tongue travelling around the end, eventually arriving at the tip. I taste the faint salt tang of the droplet of clear fluid that my tongue encounters there; it sets off something inside me, and I have to restrain myself. I want to be close to him, closer than just hugging him; I want him inside me. Yes. This is something that I envy my female companion. She's experienced this; I'd seen her tease him for hours on end, bringing him close to the edge and then withholding herself from him, pushing him until he'd grown impatient with her games and had taken her, brutally, as I wished he'd been able to take me. I think of her, pressed underneath him, both her hands held above her in one of his, her head thrown back in sensuous ecstasy, his hips forcing her legs apart, his other hand darting below to stroke her, to fold her open.

I couldn't help but feel jealous. Simultaneously, I'd wanted to be him, and I'd wanted to be her. I wanted to be below him, to feel his weight pressing me back into the bed... to tense my muscles against his, to feel his hot breath against my neck, but, yes, I wanted to be held down and fucked by him. I wanted to feel his cock slide into me, feel the head pressing apart lips I'd never possessed and had only vaguely dreamed of possessing. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and feel him fucking me, slamming into me, his hips against mine. Shaking my head, I return to the task at hand - I manage to suppress the fact that this is the first time I've even touched another guy's erection (thinking, if I'm going to be a cocksucker, I'll be a good one!) as my tongue makes a few more circuits, my lips touching him, my head making slight forward- and backward motions as I combine slow hand-massage and kissing. My lips settle around the end of the head, and I tease the underside again with my tongue. I gather from the sounds he's making, slightly muffled by our mutual friend's attentions, that he doesn't object to what I'm doing. I'd formed a vague sort of list of things to remember; try to keep my teeth out of the way, things that turned me on when she was doing this for me. It all vanished in the face of this, this object - his erection - it was getting bigger as I applied suction to the head. I closed my eyes and, for a moment, I submerged myself in the feeling of complete submission, a sense of being reduced to nothing except that which gives him pleasure. I had no idea as to what to do next; he solved this problem (or, perhaps, our mutual friend's attentions compelled him) by thrusting forward. The motion was slight, a matter of a few inches, but it forced the trunk of his erection past my lips, the head pushing my tongue flat against the bottom of my mouth. The section just behind the head is now -much- wider than before, and I'm glad I'd taken a deep breath just before he pushed. Coordination! I squeeze as hard as I can with my lips and slide back, trapping the head and sucking; with the fingers of my right hand encircling the base, I can feel the blood rushing into him as I suck. With thumb and forefinger, I tighten my grip gently and draw upwards as my lips move down again. Prepared, this time, I manage to comfortably encompass the first three inches (my best guess), my lips sealed tight around the middle, my tongue tracing the bulging, pulsing veins, flicking over the channel that runs along the underside, pressing the head against the roof of my mouth. After experimenting with a few different motions, I settle on a combination of squeezing the base, my hand moving slowly up and down, with my lips moving over the end, my saliva lubricating the head (which has grown to the size of a large egg), quickly sweeping down, taking in as much as I can before fastening my lips and slowly drawing back.

From the sounds he's making, I can tell this is going to work. My other hand pushes his underpants back further and I reach down to hesitantly touch his scrotum. In the warmth of the room (and, most likely due to the ministrations of our mutual friend and, of course, my performance!) his balls move loosely within their skin. The tips of my fingers trace their outline, divide them, gently squeeze them; while my hand- and mouth-motions continue (increasing only slightly in pace), I ever-so-carefully encircle the scrotum with my other hand, his balls held firmly in my grip. I tug downward; he moans and bucks his hips with renewed enthusiasm. The edges of my mouth, straining around the wrist-sized circumference of his cock, twitch momentarily in a smile. Holding his balls in my left hand, I extend my index finger and press the tip into his perineum. This is where his penis joins his body; I can feel its base, and (this is quite a complicated manoeuvre, in retrospect) I'm sucking on the head, massaging the middle and rubbing the base, all just enough out of synchronisation so that he doesn't feel obliged to come. I can't tell what our mutual friend is doing, but she must have done something; he arches his back and lets out a muffled groan. I draw back with his motion, then I shove my head forward, my lips meeting my hand as I take (I'm guessing again, but at least) five inches of his cock in my mouth. I relinquish my grip on his scrotum, both hands joined around the base of his penis, pressing together and pushing; moving my head from side to side with a sinuous motion, I work my lips even further down, the head pushing towards the opening of my throat (my gag reflex was there, but not so insistent that I couldn't ignore it), the sides rubbing against my teeth despite my jaw being open as far as possible, my lips closing eagerly around the exposed section of the base above my hands. I close my eyes and suck, my tongue flattened along the underside, the insides of my cheeks pressing in against him, feeling him swell even larger than before; then, I move my thumbs underneath his balls and press them into his perineum as hard as I can. His cries are muffled, but his reaction is immediate; his hips buck involuntarily, his cock jerks within my mouth, and he comes. In a moment of serene detachment, I can feel the hot fluid coursing down the channel; carefully, I open my jaws just a bit wider, clamp down harder with my lips and, ignoring the rapidly growing collection of semen at the back of my mouth, slowly, sensuously, draw my head back, my lips caressing each contour, each raised ridge and vein along the way, the bulge behind the head squeezing its way out, the clearly-defined edges of the head trapped behind my lips. I can taste him now; slightly bitter, salty, and hot. My hands press into him and surprisingly, he jerks and comes again, a drawn-out, straining climax that floods my mouth with warmth. I drink it all down, my tongue massaging the head, darting out of my mouth to lick the underside again. I encircle the base of his penis with my right hand and slowly, carefully milk the last drops from him. He's slumped back in the chair after his second climax, our mutual friend kissing and licking sweat from his face. I glance up at her and she winks back at me. The end of his penis, still rigidly erect, slips from between my lips and I bury my nose in the wiry pubic hair, nuzzling him, relishing his scent, his warmth. I feel his erection pulse against my cheek, and I smile. I think he's probably ready for some more...

by: Nikolai_Kingsley@guru.apana.org.au

Just good friends

2007-07-25T04:48:00.000-07:00

couple of weeks ago I received a call from a mate of mine I knew from my time at university. His name was Gary and he was the tall ath- lete type. He always had crowds of girls around him and because he never gave any inkling that he might be gay I suppose I tended to sort of worship him from afar. Of course I'd always fancied him, from the moment I first spotted him queueing up at Fresher's week to join the rowing team. He always wore very tight faded jeans that set off his arse to very pleasing effect and usually sported a telling bulge at the front to inspire the imagination. At one stage I even considered joining the rowing team myself just so I could be near him in the changing rooms and showers but somehow other attractions took hold and we ended up being good friends but nothing more. Anyway that was all six or seven years ago and the call from him came rather out of the blue although we had kept in touch intermit- tently since leaving university. It seemed that he was going to get married shortly and he was bringing his fiancee to London for a short break. Naturally I jumped at the chance of inviting them to stay and I was delighted when he accepted. All the pent up lust came flooding back as I remembered watching him on race days when he and the rest of the team cut powerfully through the water their strong pecs and biceps rippling with energy and vigour. I busied around tidying the flat and in a couple of days it was time for them to arrive. I trembled with anticipation when the door bell finally rang and when I opened the door I was certainly not disappointed. For there he stood looking just like he had the last time I had seen him. He even seemed to be wearing the same old pair of jeans. He may have put on the tiniest amount of extra weight but he still had the trim lithe figure that I remembered. And he still had that bulge which made me swallow when I saw it. Maybe my glance dwelled rather too long on it but I was momentarily mesmerized by the distinct outline of his cock and balls pushed tight against the denim material. He introduced Carol his fiancee and we went in and I made some coffee. We chatted for a while about old times and various mutual friends and acquaintances. Carol seemed very nice and before long I felt as if I had known her for as long as Gary and I had been friends. She was quite slim and petite with a shapely but not over-endowed figure. In fact it struck me as I looked at her that she could be mistaken for a boy under the right circumstances. Anyway it had been quite late when they arrived and they had had a long journey and before long they said they'd rather like to go to bed. I showed them to the spare room which adjoined mine and went into the kitchen to wash up the cups and generally tidy up for the morning. Eventually I got to my own bed and as I lay there I heard the sound of gigging coming through the wall. The walls of my flat are very flimsy and as the minutes ticked by the sounds became louder and more insis- tent. The giggling gave way to cooing and sighing and I imagined Carol playing with Gary's stiffening cock. Of course these thoughts were having their effect on my own prick which was now sticking out hard against the bed covers. I heard the bed springs creak as they changed position and a des- perate gasp from both of them signified I guessed that he was easing his throbbing cock into her cunt. The gasps were now grunts which came regularly spaced and in synchronism with the sounds of heaving and thrusting and bed springs twanging. By now I was wanking furiously as I imagined Gary's desirable arse thrusting up and down and his prick slipping and sliding in her juicy cunt. The grunts were coming slightly more slowly now but louder as he thrust a little harder and a little deeper with each stroke. I let up tossing myself a little be- cause I could feel a terrific orgasm welling up and I wanted to pro- long my excitement for as long as I could. Carol was starting to call out now, "fuck me harder, Gary... faster,... make me come." Now she was uttering little grunts and gasps as he screwed her with all his might. Eventually she cried, "I'm com- ing, I'm coming," and Gary let out a groan of release as he said, "Oh Carol feel my hot creamy load, I'm shooting, I'm shooting." The sound of their two orgasms was too much for my aching balls to bear and I spurted wave after wave of hot cum all over my chest.

Then gradually I fell asleep. During the night I was wakened two or three more times as the sound of silence was interrupted by the sound of Gary heaving himself on top of Carol and furiously fucking her time after time. Both of them seemed to be utterly insatiable and during my disturbed night I schemed how I might arrange matters tomorrow so as to join them in their orgiastic activities. The next day I had to get up early and travel to Birmingham. All the way there and all through the day I kept thinking about the fan- tastic sessions I'd overheard the night before between Gary and Carol. My cock kept leaping around in my underpants as if to remind me to do something about relieving its frustration the coming evening. I had a couple of meetings to attend but my mind just wasn't on the proceed- ings at all; instead visions of Gary and Carol screwing in my spare room kept drifting into my consciousness and my hand kept disappearing under the table to gently stroke my aching cock - as if by way of con- solation. I left the second meeting as soon as I possibly could and hurried back to London to see what awaited me. It was about six o'clock when I got home and Gary and Carol were busy in the kitchen preparing a salad for us. It had been a sweltering day and they were both dressed in their shorts to stay cool. Carol was also wearing the skimpy top half of a bikini but Gary was bare chested and I feasted my eyes on his stunning physique. I went into the bath- room to have a shower and get changed out of my suit into something more comfortable. While I was in the shower Gary came in on some pre- text and stood in front of the shower while I soaped my body. The bulge which I'd noticed the day before in his jeans was all the more prominent now he was in his shorts. They must have been about two sizes too small for him and I looked down in disbelief at his cock and balls pressed tight between his abdomen and the material. It must have been a good six inches and how much longer it would be when he had a good hard-on I hardly dared to think. "I hope we didn't disturb you too much last night," he said with a grin. "Well," I replied," I wouldn't exactly say that, you must have been at it all fucking night." "Yea, I know," he said, "the trouble is Carol gets me that fucking randy I just can't help myself. I tell you she's completely sex-mad and she won't take no for an answer. If she's as bad tonight I might have to call you in for some assistance!" He looked down at my cock which was stiffening up nicely and then leant into the shower and stroked it saying, "that looks big enough to sat- isfy her I should say." With that he turned and went back to the kitchen. I nearly died. I decided to put on a singlet and a sexy pair of Lycra running shorts as it was so hot. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I'd not gone too far over the top and joined them in the dining room where they'd laid out the salad and had opened two bottles of white wine. A little later when we had finished the meal and had nearly pol- ished off all the wine we went into the next room to watch TV.

We sat down on the sofa, Carol between myself and Gary. It's only really a two seater and consequently we were squashed up rather close together and I felt Carol's leg pressing against my thigh. She brought her hand down and gently stroked my leg saying, "Ooh you've got lovely strong legs, Rick, you must do plenty of exercise." I felt my cock stiffening up as she pressed more insistently and her elbow brushed against my balls. I suddenly realized that Gary was taking a keen interest in her roving hands and he was steadfastly staring down at my crutch looking for signs of arousal. His own prick was moving slowly up towards the waistband of his shorts "Gary's got a lovely big dick," Carol suddenly exclaimed with a giggle and leant across with her other hand and stroked it tenderly through his shorts. "Would you like to see it?" she enquired. I looked down at the twitching bulge between his legs and wanted nothing more in the whole world at that moment than for to feast my eyes and hands and lips on it as I had longed to do for so many years. "Mmm," I said, "that sounds like an interesting idea, I don't mind if I do!" and she made him lift his arse slightly and she pulled down his shorts forcing them over his by now massive erection. It sprung out into the free air and I gazed in awe at the magnificent organ that it was. There must have been a good nine inches of it and he waved it around flopping it against his abdomen. It rose out of a bush of tight curly hairs that also surrounded his leaden balls which were lolling around sluggishly at its base. "Rick's got quite a specimen of his own," said Gary, still gog- gling at my stiff rod straining against the silky fabric of my shorts. Unable to contain himself any longer he reached over and rubbed his hand up and down the length of my cock. Shivers ran down my spine as I felt his sensitive fingers teasing my prick with little tickling move- ments. Then he grasped my cock more firmly through the Lycra and slid the material up and down against the shaft. Little drops of pre-cum oozed out to lubricate the action. By now Carol had worked one of her hands round behind me and was sliding it down inside my shorts to fon- dle my arse. I was so turned on by all this wanton activity I wondered how long I could hold off from shooting my load. Carol looked down at me seductively and said, "It certainly looks a whopper. I wonder if it matches up to Gary's. You two boys must have the biggest cocks this side of the Yurals, come on let's see which one gets the prize." Just what particular prize it was we were competing for I wasn't quite sure but I let her gently ease down my shorts till they were around my ankles and then she gripped my dick in her hand and rubbed up and down on it to ensure that it had reached its maximum length. Then she instructed Gary and myself to stand facing each other and she grabbed our cocks in her hand to try to align them and gauge their relative immensity. In fact she needed two hands to contain our mas- sive erections and gripping them hard she wanked us up and down.

The feel of Gary's hard prick pressed against my own was just spell-bind- ing and I felt I would cum any moment but somehow I managed to hold off. He'd reached down and released her bikini top and was gently fondling one of her breasts. I obligingly took the other one in my hand and caressed it too. Then I enveloped the two of them with my arms pulling Gary's hard chest tight against my own with Carol's two tits pressed against our sides. Our three pairs of lips met in a long lingering kiss as our tongues darted in and out of each others mouths raising the tempera- ture of our already heightened passion. Eventually Carol said, "Well I just can't decide, your two cock's are like two peas in a pod, I de- clare the contest a draw. You'll just have to share the trophy between you." Well Carol was already as good as between us as she spoke and we sat her back down on the sofa and pulled down her little shorts to ex- pose her lovely cunt oozing with slippy love juices. Gary slipped his hand down between her legs and parted her lips to run his finger up and down against her clitoris. She wriggled and writhed with pleasure and let out little gasps of approval while I pushed my head down into her void and licked and sucked on her trickling cunt. She was becoming more and more frenzied and finally she cried, "Fuck me one of you fuck me, let me feel one of those big stiff cocks filling me up." Gary took a couple of foil wrapped condoms out of a little pocket in his shorts and handed them to Carol to unroll over our quivering erections. The sudden production of a pair of condoms led me to thank that all this frenetic activity might not have been quite as sponta- neous as it at first appeared. Either way, Carol licked and sucked our cocks till they were well and truly lubricated and then slid the sheaths over them with expert attention. I manoeuvred Gary round into position, his rampant shaft poised at her entrance. Then I pushed down firmly on his arse and watched as that enormous prick disappeared into her hole. She groaned with desire as it went in and made little pelvic thrusts up to meet it in its motion. Before long his cock was inside her up to the hilt and they started thrusting and gyrating in unison as unrestrained passion took complete control of their bodies. Carol pulled my cock up to her lips and sucked up and down on it forcing it deeper and deeper into her throat. I could feel her tongue darting over the surface of its head bringing me closer and closer to a stupendous climax. I brought both my arms down over Gary's back and clasped the cheeks of his arse as it pounded rhythmically up and down. Then reaching down I fondled his beautiful balls and his rigid rod slipping in and out. He brought his own lips down on my cock to join Carol's and they took turns to suck and slurp on my jutting erection. The sight of Gary's arse thrusting relentlessly up and down was filling me with the compelling desire to slip my own rampant cock up him. With him still furiously screwing Carol I parted his legs slightly and eased myself into position on top of him, my chest pressed down firmly against his back. All three of us were now so com- pletely bathed in sweat that our bodies would stick together by suc- tion when they came together and then part noisily as our thrusting forced us apart. The feel of my cock pressing into the crack in Gary's arse was driving him wild and he lifted his arse high up to meet it and then descended back into Carol with a desperate lunges. With one hand still fondling his balls I brought my other hand up and with my index finger I started to stroke his adorable arse-hole. I tickled and teased it and forced my finger in and rubbed against his pituitary gland. I gazed down on his strong neck that Carol was biting into as the tension built up. I planted my lips on it diametrically opposite Carol's and before long he had a pair of whopping love-bites adorning his lovely neck.

He turned and whispered in my ear, "Shove it right up me Rick, I want you to fuck me with all your might. Shaft me as hard as you like, I just want to take it all." I pushed my throb- bing cock up against his hole and pressed gently but insistently until it started to slip in. He moaned with ecstasy as my cock slid ponderously in and before long it was in as far as it would go. My abdomen pressed hard against the fine hairs on the cheeks of his arse which bristled against me. My cock was held vicelike in his sphincter as I paused to savour the per- vasive warm sensation I was experiencing around my penis. Then I slowly started to take up the rhythm that the other two had estab- lished as I commenced thrusting with gradually stronger and stronger strokes. We gasped and panted with sheer exhilaration as the in- evitable climax to our session hurried closer. Faster and faster Gary shafted Carol and I shafted Gary until I could feel a tension building in my balls that I knew my release could only be seconds away. I groaned as the pressure increased and gave a final mighty plunge as the fountain suddenly burst with hot streams of spunk surging up through my prick. Wave after wave spurted out, it just didn't seem to stop. And practically simultaneously Gary and Carol climaxed. I felt Gary's sphincter tighten round my cock as it went into spasms while he shot his load into her. And I could feel Carol's cunt contracting wildly as we had the most fantastic triple multiple orgasm you could possibly imagine. Well we lay there for a long while after that totally and utterly knackered but blissfully content. Finally Gary turned to me and said, "Well I bet that was the best fuck you ever had," and I had to admit that it certainly was.

by:Derek Higgins

A good evening

2007-07-25T04:37:00.000-07:00

I took a long sip of my Rolling Rock as I hung up the phone, my face breaking into a broad smile. At long last Gene had agreed. ``Joan,'' I called to my wife, writing at her Macintosh in the other room. ``Gene will be here in an hour. I assume you will be ready?'' ``In an hour?'' She answered. ``I'm ready now. My nipples are hard just thinking about it.'' ``You finish your writing. I'll straighten things up.'' Finishing my beer, I put it with the other bottles for return on the deposit, and cleaned up the room. Then, on into the bedroom. I changed the sheets, even though I knew they'd need to be changed again in a few hours. Opening the nightstand drawer, I checked the equipment. Condoms, latex gloves, lube. Good. Everything we would need. I smiled again. Joan and I had been waiting to get into bed with Gene since we'd first met him three months before. Tonight we would. Satisfied that everything was in order, I returned to the kitchen for another beer and lit a cigarette. Time always passes slowly when you are anticipating something. I looked at my watch. Forty-five minutes to go. Fifteen minutes before Gene was due to show up, Joan came in and kissed me. ``All finished for now,'' She said. ``I think that I'll send the manuscript off tomorrow.'' My wife is 5'8'' tall, almost as tall as my 5'9'', and she weighs around 130 pounds. I think she's the most beautiful woman in the state, but then, I'm biased. She keeps her dark hair short --- we both like it better that way. Her long legs and small breasts only serve to make me appreciate her body more. She kissed me again, briefly, before going to get herself a beer, then sat down in her favorite chair as we waited for our friend to come over. We don't share lovers very often. While we have an open marriage, usually we keep our secondary lovers on the side. Gene would be a real treat for both of us. Finally the doorbell rang. I walked over and opened it, welcoming him into the apartment. We gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek in greeting. ``Beer?'' I asked him as Joan welcomed him similarly. ``No, thank you,'' he answered. The three of us made small talk for about fifteen minutes, until the atmosphere was charged with the sexual tension we all felt. Finally, Joan broke down and said ``One last check. I'm for this. Gene, are you comfortable with it? Fully consenting?''

``I wouldn't be here otherwise,'' he answered. ``Mark?'' ``I arranged it, didn't I? But it's good of you to ask.'' I replied. ``Very good.'' With that, she got up and started towards the bedroom, stripping off her blouse along the way. ``You boys come along now.'' We followed her lead. In the bedroom, shoes came off first, then we sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat awkwardly. Both Gene and I were apparently nervous. Removing her bra, my wife said ``Come now, join me, off with the shirts.'' We complied. Finished, I kissed Joan, savoring those lips I could kiss for hours. Finally our kiss broke and I turned to Gene. ``Whoa. That looked hot,'' he said. I looked at his chest. It was fairly well developed, and moderately hairy, in comparison to mine, smooth with the exception of one small patch in the center. He moved closer to me, and our lips met. He hadn't shaved recently, and I loved the feel of his stubble against my chin. His hand found the back of my head, running itself through my hair. How could he know that that was one of the things that arouses me most? Our kiss continued as I put my right hand around his back, my left finding Joan's and squeezing softly. He was almost as good a kisser as Joan! Hard to believe, since I feel that she's the best kisser I know. Then I felt her breasts pressing upon my back, and let out an involuntary gasp into Gene's mouth as her tongue began to lightly flick my left ear. She began to nibble gently on it. I could feel goosebumps rising all down my left side \ldots and that's not all that was rising. After an eternity our kiss ended. Smiling at me, Gene turned to my wife. I watched as this incredible man began to kiss my beautiful wife, and saw her nipples, already hard, tighten up even more. I decided to return the favour she had done for me and started on her ear. When I knew that goosebumps were running all over her body, I turned to Gene to give him the same treatment, my right hand circling Joan's left nipple, my left on Gene's right. Circling, rolling, lightly pinching. Their kiss broke, and I gave Joan a brief kiss before lowering my mouth to her breast. Gene matched my actions, and soon Joan's head was back, soft moans escaping from her lips. I felt her hands at my belt buckle, and when they had loosened it I took off my pants without stopping my mouths actions on her breast. Gene's pants were also being undone, then she took off her own.

For the next several minutes we were all fondling each other's chests, legs, arms, and kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, and then kissing more. Both Gene and I were hard, the heads of our cocks sticking out past our underwear, and Joan's panties had a large wet spot. I removed them, then put a glove on my right hand as I went down to taste her. Running my tongue around her labia, kissing her inner things (she loves to be kissed there), flicking my tongue across her clitoris. I let one, then two of my gloved fingers enter her as my tongue continued its work on her clit. I felt Gene's hands remove my underwear and my cock was free. Quickly yet unhurriedly he fondled my shaft and then my balls, gently squeezing before going up to kiss Joan. I let a third, then a fourth finger enter her --- she was wet enough not to need any extra lubricant tonight. I lashed more strongly against her clit with my tongue, while pumping my fingers into and out of her. I removed my head as I let my thumb begin to slip in. Only to the first knuckle at first, watching to make sure I wasn't hurting her. I began thrusting a little harder, pushing more, and all of a sudden i was fully inside of her. Her vagina swallowed my fist, feeling like my hand was in a vise. I curled my fingers in slightly, and began pumping again, knowing that the glove would protect each of us. She began to moan louder, tossing her head and shoulders around softly at first, then with more vigor. Gene watched as I fisted her, his hand moving slowly up and down on his cock. ``Faster, harder,'' Joan moaned. ``Fuck me with your fist.'' I complied with her wishes, loving the way it felt to have her body swallow my hand. Seemingly without warning, although in fact her increasingly loud moans and vigorous tossing had foretold of the buildup of her climax, she came with a scream, her vagina spasming, tightening around around my hand. She bounced up, kissing me furiously as my free hand went around her, holding her, comforting her, as her breathing slowed and she began to relax. As she lay back, satiated, she loosened enough so that I was able to remove my hand from her. As I took off the glove, she said softly ``Mark, that was incredible. Thank you.'' I glanced at Gene, who looked entranced at having watched the scene. ``I think I'm going to relax and watch the two of you now. I'm sure that I'm in for quite a treat,'' Joan said. I kissed her one more time, then moved over to Gene. We kissed, our hands exploring each other's bodies. knowing Joan was watching everything only made it more exciting for me. His hands caressed my chest, my legs, my ass, as I felt his body. I let out a gasp as his mouth found my left nipple, his tongue circling once, twice, three times, his teeth gently biting me. My hand found his cock and I caressed his hardness, fondled his balls, felt their hairiness, the contrast to the smoothness of his hard shaft, my thumb rolling the small drop of fluid that had escaped the slit around the head of his cock, moistening it. I took an unlubed condom, unrolled it on him, bent down to suck him.

I took his balls into my mouth, rolling them around, enjoying the thrill of hearing his gasp with pleasure. I always get off more by giving than receiving. My mouth went up his covered shaft, then I closed my lips over his head, pumping up and down, knowing he enjoyed it. His cock was longer than mine, about 7 or 8 inches long to my 6, but slightly thinner, about the size of a quarter, while mine is near half-dollar sized. ``Stop,'' he said. ``Your turn.'' He put a condom on me, and began to give me similar treatment, sucking my balls, then fondling them as he went up and down my shaft. His tongue lingered, going all over the head. I don't even mind wearing condoms anymore --- almost no difference in sensation, and the consequences of engaging in unprotected sex are more than enough to make me ignore the taste of latex. His hand lowered itself to fondle my ass, then the crack. I couldn't take anymore. ``Enough. Please. I want to feel you inside of me.'' I turned my head to kiss my wife as he put a glove on his left hand and poured some Probe onto it, then put one, two fingers inside of me, lubing me up. He repeated it a second time, then I gave him my full attention as I spread my legs out and he started to put his cock inside me. One, two, three inches went in, slowly, gently, inserting and withdrawing almost fully, then fucking me deeper. I could feel him in there, felt how amazing it was for his cock to go deeper and deeper inside of me. I was in heaven, I was in extasy. I began to jerk myself off as he got into his rhythm. He felt so incredible inside of me --- I wanted that moment of him fucking me to last forever. ``Faster,'' I whispered. ``Deeper. Fuck me harder, put your cock all the way in me. I love the way you feel. You feel so good. Fuck me deeper and harder and faster, Gene. Oh yes it feels so wonderful.'' Either hearing me, or simply knowing what I wanted, he increased his tempo, as my hand slid faster and faster up and down my cock. He was all the way in, now, then pulling back almost till he was out, then slamming down again.

I could feel my balls tighten as my orgasm neared. ``I'm coming,'' he said, just as my cock also began to spurt into the condom. Coming at the same time like that was a new experience. Breathing heavily and moaning softly, he withdrew from me, taking care not to spill from his condom. Then he collapsed on top of me, our cocks touching, and kissed me. joan joined us, making for a three way kiss as our tongues jostled together outside our mouths. ``I need a cigarette,'' I said when the kiss finally broke, reaching to light one, taking a long drag. It's so stereotypical, but a cigarette always does go wonderfully after sex. ``Thank you, Gene, that was wonderful. You are amazing.'' ``I must say I enjoyed it,'' Gene said, reaching for a drag. ``So,'' Joan said as she lit a cigarette of her own, a mischevious grin on her face. ``When are we getting together again?''

by: arpalists+bisexu-l@andrew.cmu.edu

First Time

2007-07-20T16:08:00.000-07:00

Well, everybody, I guess it's only fair that I go first. This little affair went on for quite awhile, so it may take several installations... I've always been a horny little bastard. I remember my first love like it was yesterday, but it was more like 7000 yesterdays... Growing up in New Orleans, my best friend from my very first recollection was Tony. He was a skinny little kid with blond hair, but he grew up into quite a handsome young man. We lived a block away from the Mississippi River, and after school everyday, we would rush off "behind the levee" to cavort and play in the mighty, muddy, 'Ol Man River. Usually, as soon as we got to our favorite spot, with a nice long clay slide into the river and a large sandy mud flat, our bikes would be forgotten along with our clothes. (we couldn't get them too muddy, else our folks would know where we'd been, and playing in the often dangerous river was forbidden.) Since both of our parents worked, we had several hours of time to kill. But that is another story, and not why I am here. Tony was 3 years older than I was, and usually at his suggestion, we would take turns rubbing the other down with the thick, rich Mississippi mud, until we were covered from the chin down. The first time I rubbed mud into Tony's crotch and he got an erection, I thought he was beautiful. Soon we would both be running around with our little-boy erections, not sure what to do with them, but loving the feeling. I'm sure we would have been quite a sight to a bystander, but we never saw anyone there. Sometimes, on bad weather days, Tony would come over to my house, and we would spend the afternoon wrestling around in my bedroom. We would start with all of our clothes on, but soon this or that would become too restrictive, and would come off. We almost always ended up naked in a very short time. There was nothing overtly sexual about this playing. It was taboo to even mention our cocks, much less use them for anything but pissing. Nevertheless, I can hardly ever remember Tony without a hard-on, or me either.

The summer before Tony started Junior High, my parents decided that I was getting too boistrous to be left at home by myself all summer, and they sent me to a summer camp at Tulane University. It was there that I got my first taste of the "grown-up world", and something else besides... One of the activities that I was signed up for that summer was piano instruction. They were private lessons, 45 min. apiece. My teacher was an old man (by my standards then) and quite a bit the lecher. After about five regular lessons, he started putting his hand on my thigh, and rubbing ever closer to my crotch when I got a passage correct. Soon he was rubbing my crotch. I really didn't think much of it, except that he was distracting me from my playing. But he obviously had another type of playing in mind. He unzipped me and started playing with my dick, which was already hard from all the rubbing. He asked me if I liked that, and I told him that "yeah, it's Okay." He told me to continue playing the piano, and as I did, he continued to play the organ...(UGH! That was bad, I know! hehe...) All of a sudden, I got this really wierd feeling, kind of like I really had to piss. I told my instructor that I had to go to the bathroom, NOW! So much for my first orgasm... That was close to the end of the summer, and I talked my parents into letting me drop the piano lessons. I never saw the man who stole my cherry again...

During this time, Tony and I hadn't had much time to be together. He was after all going to be in the "big kid's" school in the fall, and wasn't very interested in us "little kids". But one night shortly before school started, we decided that it would be fun to go camping one more time. It was my idea; I had something I wanted to show him! Little did I know, Tony had lost his cherry that summer too, to a girl named Mary Ann, who lived down the street. Late the night of our campout, as we got ready for bed, I got up the nerve and told Tony what I wanted to do. I remember sitting in our sweltering little pup tent in our underwear. I reached over and started rubbing, As I did, he took his own off too, and our now young man's dicks stood out proudly. For an awkward moment, nobody moved. Then Tony moved over and sat next to me, thigh to thigh. He reached over and started stroking my cock, and I did the same for him. It felt wonderful! Both his hand stroking my dick, and his beautiful hard cock throbbing in my hand. I knew then that I wanted to suck him. The night went on and on while we shared ourselves. I was in love with this guy, hook line and sinker. I still remember thinking that he was perfect in every way. Until, however, hee told me about Mary Ann. When he told me that he had put that delicious cock of his in her pussy, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was still very niave, and the idea somehow seemed hilarious to me, so the laughter won out. I think Tony's feelings were a little bit hurt by my laughter, but soon we were both howling like wolf cubs at the moon. I will never forget that night. Soon school started back up, but for the first time, Tony and I were at different schools, with different hours. Occasionally we would still get together for our little afternoon orgies, but eventually, even they died off. The following Easter, I remember there was a big celebration in our neighborhood.

Tony was there with whom I supposed was his new girlfriend. We each had our own little cliques, and didn't even talk to one another until late in the day when chance happened to put us together at the buffet. Tony nodded in my direction nonchalantly. I said "Hi," equally cooly. Tony put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and pulled her to him. She was really cute, with short brown hair, and the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. She smiled at me and I smiled back. "You still playing with yourself?" Tony stabbed. I was flabergasted! Tony's girlfriend poked him in the ribs, but he just laughed. I'm not usually the one with the swift comeback, the quick parry and ripost that slices your opponent to shreds. Maybe it was because it was exactly what I was thinking that I replied, "Not as much as you used to..." Tony's girlfriend burst into laughter, and Tony looked like he wanted to kill me, so I ran. I really ran, farther than I needed to. I didn't want to get away from Tony, I wanted to crawl under a rock and die! How could he have been so vicious? It was bad enough that the guy I onve thought I loved had ignored me. For him to humiliate me in front of his friends was more than I could stand.

After Tony made it brutally clear that he no longer had any feelings for me, I stayed in my hideaway until well after dark. I cried my eyes dry, partly from anger, but mostly from a sense of loss. Finally, I made up my mind, "If that's the way he wants to be, FUCK HIM!" Suddenly, I heard someone coming through the thicket towards my hideout. No one would come here by accident, and nobody else knew about my secret place; except Tony... There was noplace for me to go, so I tried to sit still and "think small." The rustling sounds approached the base of the tree that my (our) hideout was in, and stopped. For a moment there was no sound except the buzzing of mosquitoes and cicadas. Then softly, almost as to not disturb the night silence, a voice - a FEMALE voice - called up, "Ric, are you up there?" I didn't know what to do. I leaned quietly over the edge of the treehouse. Tony's girlfriend was standing there, looking up at me with those hypnotic eyes. "Where is He?" I asked hoarsly. She nodded up the trail in the direction she had come from. "Up there a little ways. When you didn't come back, we got worried about you. HE got worrried about you. So we came looking. He thought we might find you here." Her voice was soft as dew on the morning, as soothing as a restless stream. "Go away! I don't need you, and I don't need HIM!" I lied. She moved a little closer. "He's sorry about what he did back there.

He wanted to make sure you were okay." I didn't want to believe her. I wasn't ready to take apart the steel shell I had just built around my heart. I felt a spark of hope beginning to grow, but I refused to let it take hold. I knew, however, that I wouldn't take much convincing before I was a goner. "Why didn't he come down here himself?" I asked halfheartedly. "He figured you'd just run away again. So he asked me to try to talk to you. He told me about you two. Why don't you come down and we can talk?" "He told you everything?" I was incredulous. For Tony to tell his girlfriend about us meant that he DID still care. She smiled a kind of shy smile. "Enough. I know what you guys mean to each other." Then I heard more rustlings through the weeds, and Tony emerged into the semi-clear area under the giant oak tree. "Ric, I'm sorry," he called out. He was as gorgeous as ever, his blond hair messed up from walking in the dense woods, but he looked just as I remembered him from those times long ago as kids. My heart melted, and I knew then that I had no choice but to forgive him. But I was still madder than Hell. I dropped from the treehouse, and in an instant, I was in his face. "You son-of-a-bitch! How could you do that? I'd like to just... just..." Just what I wasn't sure. I wanted to give him a bear hug and wrestle him to the ground and teach him a lesson, but he was now half a head taller than I was, and I'd lost the weight advantage I used to have over my skinny friend. So I kicked him in the shin. While he was hobbling around on one leg, cursing his head off, his girlfriend burst out laughing. It was contaigous, and before long both of us were laughing ah Tony's shenannigans.

Egged on by us, he carried on a lot longer than necessary (I was wearing tennis shoes, after all) and finally, his rantings exhausted, he fell to the ground next to us and joined the laughter. As we lay there, catching our breath, Tony said, "You pipsqueak! You never did fight fair! I ought to beat the tar out of you..." "You owe me an apology, and I consider that, it. Don't start something you can't finish," I replied with bravado.

We sat around talking for quite awhile, the three of us. Tony's girlfriend, who's name I found out to be Becky, told me how Tony had been upset all evening, and had finally told her why. Becky had guessed that we were more than friends by the way Tony had been so concerned. By using some gentle prodding and leading questions, she finally got Tony to tell her about us. The topic of conversation then turned to sex. Becky didn't think that there was anything wrong with Tony and I having been lovers. In fact, she said that it kind of turned her on. "Anyway, I think you're both sweet..." shee said, and turned to give Tony a long lingering kiss. I tried to become invisible, and in fact, was just about to get up and leave, when they broke for air. Becky turned to me, but she didn't say a word. She looked at me with those eyes, and I saw her look down at my crotch, then back up to stare directly in my eyes. I knew I was blushing, but I was thinking more of the bulge that was growing in my pants. Becky leaned over and gave me the same attention that she had just finished giving Tony. In a moment, I felt a hand in my crotch, rubbing my now totally stiff dick. I felt her rubbing my back, my chest, my hair... Then I noticed that there were too many hands for them all to belong to Becky. I broke off the kiss, and saw Tony leaning over to caress both of us. Nobody said anything. Becky smiled at me, and when I smiled back, it was her hand rubing my crotch. She gave me a squeeze that could only mean one thing... By now, Tony had unbuttoned Becky's blouse, and was playing with her firm tits. He reached down to unbutton her pants, and as he did so, Becky unsnapped the button on my pants. She reached into my underwear and pulled out my cock. Tony slipped Becky's pants down a little ways, then started fingering her pussy. Becky gave me one more short kiss, and then dived down to suck on my cock. She circled her tongue around the head of it a few times, and then in one gulp it was all the way in her mouth. She sucked on it once or twice, and then took it all the way into her throat and kept it there. Her hands were cupping my balls, playing with them. When I opened my eyes, I saw Tony working on her pussy with one hand and stroking his own big dick with the other.

He was watching Becky suck my cock with a hungry look in his eyes. That was all it took for me, and with a moan I came. Becky started moving her mouth again, fast, sucking up all of my cum. She didn't spill a drop. She started to moan too, and that drove me crazy! It was all I could do to keep my spasms from jerking my dick out of her mouth. It may have taken me a few minutes for me to catch my breath, but I never did lose my erection. Becky gave me another deep kiss, and wispered in my ear, "Tony may be sorry, but I'm not. That was fun!" Then she turned to Tony and grabbed his dick. "You know, I've thought it would be fun to do both of you at once." Tony looked at me, and then glanced up at our treehouse. Becky and I both followed his gaze, and I said "Uh-huh!" We all tuckeds back into that and climbed up into the place where Tony and I had had many wonderful sexual encounters. I knew that this night would be one I'd never forget. We spent the next few hours exploring the wonders of our bodies. Tony fucked Becky, then I fucked her while she gave Tony a blow-job. Then I sucked Tony's cock while he ate Becky's sweet pussy. I don't know how many times I got off that night. It was like one long, continuous orgasm. We three continued to meet occasionally for the next year or so until I moved, but that is another story. I will never forget Sweet Becky, my gorgeous hunk Tony, and the night I lost my last cherry!

by: Rob Trantor

CAUGHT

2007-07-19T18:16:00.001-07:00

"What the hell is going on here?!!" Magen yelled when she saw her younger brother and his friend with thier pants down, masterbating each other. "You boys are too old to be playing games like that!!", she continued. "Both of you pull your pants up right now - or I'll tell Mom when she gets home. Guiltily, Ronnie and his friend complied, each pulling up his pants and tucking thier little pre-pubecent erections back into thier underpants. "If you two boys don't stop playing with each other like that, your going to turn into a couple of fags. I don't want any brother of mine to be a fag." Magen said. Neither boy said anything, and both looked down at the floor as Ronnie's sister continued to scold them. This was the second time Magen had caught them playing with each other's penis. They did not do it very often, but both enjoyed the sensations that it produced for them. Ronnie and his friend Jimmy had been playing like this together for a couple of months, even though they had been caught at it right at the start. Ronnie was a cute little boy of nine, with black hair and large brown eyes. He was a little over four feet tall, with a cheruibic smile, and a nicely rounded rump. His friend Jimmy was eleven, and just starting to show the signs of the onset of puberty. He was just under five feet tall, with blond hair, hazel eyes and a lanky sort of build. His body was just begining to fill out, although his complexion still was smooth as a baby's. Magen scolded them for about five minutes, at the end of which she said; "This time I'm going to have to punish you. It's clear that I have to do something to make you mind." After a moments thought she said, "I think I have just the thing." Ronnie and Jimmy looked at each other. Both had feared that Magen would tell their parents, and were a little relived to hear that Magen was going to handle their punishment. As far as they were concerned, whatever she could do to do them would be better than having to face what their parents would say if they found out. Magen told them to wait in Ronnie's room while she got things ready for their punishment. When Magen had left the room, Jimmy said; "I wounder what she's going to do to us." "I dunno." Ronnie replied, "Maybe spank us or something. All I know is that I'd rather get it from her than from my dad." "Me too", Jimmy agreed "My dad pulls my pants down and everything when he spanks me." "Same here." said Ronnie. Just then they heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. "Maybe shes going to wash our mouths out with soap!" Ronnie suggested. "Naw, that's only for when you say somethin' bad." "Well I hope she hurries up. I hate just sitting here woundering." "Me too." Jimmy said. "Hey, you still got a boner Ronnie?" "Yea, kinda. I was feeling real good until my sister caught us. It almost felt like I was really gonna come." "Me too." Jimmy said, gently rubbing himself between the legs.

"I'm gonna hafta whack off when I get home, my dick's still hard!" "Well, don't let Magen see you rubbing yourself, or you'll really get it!" Ronnie warned. At that point the boy's heard Magen's footsteps in the hall comming toward the room. She opened the door and said; "I'm all ready for you two now. So both of you follow me." "What are you going to do to us?" Ronnie asked. "Well," Magen said, "since you two like to see each other without your pants on, I figured out a punishment where that would be necessary." Ronnie and Jimmy looked at each other, neither one of them being able to guess what was in store. Magen again told them to follow, and led them down the hall to the bathroom. When the boys enterd the room, they suddenly knew what their punishment was going to be. Magen had prepared a sinkfull of soapy water, and hung a red enema bag from the curtain rod above the bath tub. Jimmy just stood there with his mouth open, as he glanced around the room. It was all there. Enema bag, soapy water, towels, and a jar of vaseline. Pictures went though his mind of the many enemas he had recieved lying over his mothers knee crying, as she emptied bulbfull after bubfull into his bowels. It had been a couple years since his last enema, but he was still filled with dread at the prospect of getting one now. Ronnie was also taken aback. He had never been given an enema, but he knew what one was from watching his sister get one when she was much younger. He knew this was the same bag that his mother had used on her, though he had not seen it for a long time. He recalled the sight of Magen naked, across his mother's lap, with the long tube of the enema going into her bottom. He remembered her crying as he watched the bag empty into her wriggling bottom. "That's right boys," Magen said after giving them a chance to realize what was in store for them. "you two going to get a couple enemas today." "You can't!" Jimmy said "You'd see us with our pants down and everything!" "I'm older than you, and I'm in charge, so its alright. And besides, you two seem to like having your pants down, so what do you care?" "Please don't give us enemas Magen. " Ronnie pleaded, "We won't do that any more, honest!" "You said that once." Magen replied, "and that didn't seem to stop you, so this time I'm going to be sure you get the message.

Now, I want both of you to take off your trousers and underwear. Not only are You going to watch each other get their enema, you're going to help give it!" Neither boy started to undress, they just stood there staring at the enema bag. "If you don't do as I say," Magen threatened, "I'll tell mom what I caught you two doing." Realizing there was no escape, both boys started to slowly remove their shirts. Magen closed the door to the bathroom and then sat on the closed lid of the toilet to watch them undress. Jimmy was the first to lower his pants, and Magen looked intently between his legs noticing that his underwear was tented up by his small erect penis. She was going to have some fun with these boys, she thought. She liked watching them disrobe in front of her. Soon Robbie's pants were off, and both boys were standing before her, clad in only their white cotten briefs. Magen examined them intently, from Jimmie's boyishly underdeveloped arms and chest, to the small bulge that Ronnie's penis made in his tight fitting underwear. She was starting to get hot herself as she stared at their youthful bodies. As Ronnie stood there, he glanced over between his friend's legs and saw that he still had an erection. His own little penis was now soft and curled up between his legs, although he was starting to get that tingling feeling, which ment that soon he might also start to get hard. "Well," she said finally, "Who's going to be first?" Neither boy said anything, they just looked at the floor silently. "Well," Magen continued "I know that Ronnie has never had an enema, but how about you Jimmie? Did your mother ever sick one up your cute little butt?" Jimmie flushed at Magen's expression, nodded and said "Yes. a long time ago, but she used a bulb like thing on me." "Well," Magen said, "You can be first then since you're the most experienced. And since you're a big boy now, we will use the bag on you." Magen then got up and went over to retrive the enema bag. Both boy's watched her as she it to the brim with the hot soapy solution from the sink. Jimmy lightly rubbed his penis as he continued to watch Magen hang the now loaded bag back onto it's hook. Magen then turned, retrieved a towel from the rack and seated herself on the closed lid of the toilet. "Come on now Jimmy," the cute dark haired gorl coaxed "get over here and take your enema like a good boy." Jimmy slowly walked over and stood at Magen's side. Magen examined the boy intently, letting her gaze linger for a few moments at the obvious erection beneath his white briefs. She then said, "You seem to be enjoying this already, Jimmy". Jimmy blushed and tried moved his hands to cover his pubic area. But Magen said " Don't try to hide it from me, boy. I've seen you guys naked before, and when I'm through here, I'll have seen a lot more!". As Jimmys hands dropped to his sides, Magen reached over and slipped her fingers into the waistband of Jimmy's briefs and quickly tugged them down to the floor. Jimmy was now totally naked, with his little finger of a penis sticking straight up in the air from between his legs. His pink, wrinkled scrotum was tighly contracted, holding his small testicles tight against his pubic bone. Magen stared intently at the young boy's sex organ, and said to him; "You really are excited, aren't you Jimmy." Jimmy just blushed deeper and stared at the floor, while Magen feasted on his body with her eyes. "You're gonna start growing hair between your legs soon little boy, then you'll really start to look like a man.

Now kneel down on the floor and get ready for your enema. Jimmy was too embarresed to argue. He had never been naked in front of a girl before, and he didn't like the way Magen was looking at him. It seemed that she was interesed in more than just punishing Robbie and himself. Jimmy knelt on the floor in front of the toilet, and he watched Magen pick up the jar of vaseline. Magen took the Jar over to her brother and said, "Here Robbie, since you like touching your friend's body so much, I'll let you grease him up." Robbie took the jar in one trembling hand and said, "But I don't know how to do it!" "It's easy," Magen told him "Just tell him to bend foreward and put his butt in the air. That way, his rump will be opened up enough for you to put a good glop of jelly on his hole." Robbie moved over behind Jimmy and said, "You better do what she says, Jimmy." Jimmy bent forward and reseted his head on his arms. Robbie looked down at his friend's exposed anus. He then put his finger into the jar and scooped out a good amount of the slick goo. Telling Jimmy to get ready, he reached over and applied it to the boy's exposed little hole. Jimmy liked the feel of Ronnie's finger on his anus, if Magen hadn't been there watching him like a hawk, he would have reached down between his legs and masterbated like a wild animal. However, as things were now, all he could do is trust his young friend to gently massage him. "Make sure you get some of that vaseline into his hole, Ronnie." Magen said. "You mean I hafta stick my finger in his butt?" Ronnie asked. "Yep," Magen replied, "That's the only way to do it. You don't have to put it in far" "Ok." Ronnie said uncertainly. He then applied pressure and his little digit slipped into Jimmy's rectum up to the second knuckle. Jimmy felt the intrusion in his behind and gave a slight start. "My, your a little sensitive down there, aren't you Jimmy?" Magen said. "I g-guess so." Was all he could get out, as he felt Ronnie pull his finger from his anus. "Well Jimmy, looks like you're ready, so lets do it!" Walking over to the where the enema bag was hanging, Magen took the white tip, lubricated it, and stood behind Jimmy.

She looked down at the boy quivering on the floor, awaiting the insertion of the nozzel. From this vantage point, she had a complete view of his anus and scrotum. Reaching down, she cupped his young balls in her hand and told Jimmy to spread his legs apart a little farther. Feeling Magen's hand on his sack, Jimmy inhaled sharply, and felt his cock harden even more, but he complied with Magen's order. Magen then quickly inserted the thin white tube deep into the young boy's rectum. She then instructed Ronnie to hold the tube and make sure it stayed in his friend's rump. When she was satisfied that all was ready, she reached over and released the clamp. Jimmy felt the water start to flow quickly into his rectum and let out a small cry. The memories of the enemas his mother had given him came back again. He could almost feel his mother's hand stroking his back as he continued to take the water. Soon the old feeling of fullness started to grow in his belly, and Jimmy started to squirm a bit on the floor. Magen noticed this and said, "You still have half a bag left boy, don't squirm too much yet!" Jimmy heard her, but he was too busy concentrating on holding the water that was rushing into his bowels. Ronnie saw the trouble that his friend was having, and gently moved his hand down and started to rub Jimmy between the legs. Feeling the new attention on his cock, Jimmy sighed and started to move his hips back and forth. When about 3/4 of the bag was in him, Jimmy started to beg to have the flow stopped, but Magen would not allow it. She said his punishment was to take the whole bag. Ronnie, meanwhile, had gotten Jimmy's now pulsating cock between his fingers and was jacking him off in a frensy. Soon Ronnie felt the penis in his hand puff up and jerk violently three or four times, and Jimmy let out a loud moan, feeling the climax throughout his whole body. Magen had been watching as Ronnie jacked off his friend, but said nothing when she saw him cum. She waited for the last of the water to drain into the now exhausted boy, then told Ronnie to pull the tube from his rump. She then quickly placed her hand on his soft behind, and told him to get up. Jimmy slowly raised himself and was kneeling on the floor. His face was flushed, and a couple beads of sweat were on his brough. Glancing between his legs, Magen saw that his penis was now only semi-erect, and a lot smaller than it had been before. After letting him rest for a minute, she told Ronnie to help her, and they both guided him to the toilet and sat him down.

As Jimmy sat on the seat expelling the enema water, Magen had Ronnie take the bag down and rinse it out in the sink. She herself cleaned the rectal tube and then hung the bag back on the hanger. She then started to fill the sink with water for the next enema. Jimmy just sat there watching her prepare the solution, basking in the post orgasmic glow, and the relaxed feeling from the enema. When the second batch of enema water was ready, Magen again filled the bag and hung it up. After making sure Jimmy was done and wiped, she flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Taking a towel from the rack, she placed it over her knees and called Ronnie to her. Magen gently brushed her hand through his hair and looked her little brother over. His smooth skin, pink, and still showing just a little baby fat, was like that of a newborn. His tight briefs clung to his body, showing off his plump little ass. His slight erection was given away by the sticklike protrusion of his underware between his legs. It had been a couple of years since she had seen her brother's penis, and she looked forward to giving him a thorough going over. "Since you're still pretty young yet, " she explained to the boy "I'm going to put you over my knee for yours." Ronnie just nodded, and looked over at Jimmy. Jimmy had not bothered to put his underpants back on, and was now just standing to one side watching. Magen started to tug Ronnie's shorts down, being careful of his growing erection. When they were at his feet, she told him to step out of them. "Well," Magen said, eyeing her brother's small member, "I see that you're enjoying this as well." Ronnie again just nodded, and looked at the floor. "Since you had the chance to vaseline Jimmy, it's only fair that he should be able to do you. So I'll put you over my lap now, and Jimmy can get ready to grease you up." So saying, Magen put her hands under Ronnie's arms and pulled him over her lap. She felt his hard penis between her leg and his belly, as she positioned the boy across her knees. When she was satisfied, Magen called Jimmy to her, and gently spread Ronnies buttox to allow Jimmy access to the boy's anus. Jimmy already had a good amount of vaseline on his finger, and started to apply it to Ronnie's rectal area. Ronnie twitched as he felt his friend's fingers on him, but Magen held him tightly across her lap. "Make sure you get some in his hole, Jimmy" Magen said. Jimmy nodded and gently pushed his middle finger partway into Ronnie's ass and worked it around. This was almost too much for Ronnie, who gave a slight yelp of surprise at the intrusion, but he said nothing. When Magen was satisfied with the lubrication, Jimmy removed his finger and handed the enema nozzel to Magen. "Ok Ronnie," Magen said, "I'm going to put the tube in now, it shouldn't hurt." Rommie looked over his shoulder, and watched as Magen again spread his ass-cheeks apart and quickly slid the greased tube up his rectum. Magen was right, it did not hurt at all. In fact, it felt pretty good to Ronnie, who by now had an erection harder than he had ever had before.

As the water started to flow into him, he found that if he moved his hips just right, his penis would rub against Magen's leg, producing some of the greatest feelings he had ever experienced. When the bag was half empty, Magen stopped the flow and allowed her brother to climb off her lap. Ronnie was feeling very full, and Magen figured that since he was only 9, she would let him expell the first half bag, than give him the second. Ronnie sat on the toilet, and shit out the enema for five minuets, then Magen had him lie on the floor on his back. Not being very sure about what was going to happen, Ronnie nevertheless did as he was told and was soon on his back on the towel, with his small, but now fully erect little member sticking straight in the air. His penis was still only about four inches long, capped with a now deeply purple glans, and about as big around as Magen's thumb. His pink scrotum dangled between his legs, twitching every once in a while along with his penis. "Since you enjoyed humping your silly little cock against my lap during the first half, I figured you would like a little more action during your second flushing." Magen said. "Wh-what do you mean?" Ronnie asked, looking quizzicly at his sister. "You'll find out, little boy" Magen replied, picking up the enema tube and lubricating it again. "I want you to raise your legs in the air so I can insert the tube again, Jimmy, you help him hold his feet up." Ronnie felt even more exposed than before as he lay there on the floor with Jimmy holding his legs in the air. Magen knelt down, and Ronnie felt the tube again slide deep into his rectum. After releasing the clamp Magen told him he could put his feet on the floor, but to keep his knees up, and his legs spread. She then put her hand down between his legs and grasped the tube of the enema and held it from slipping out. With her other hand she gently started to stroke Ronnie's now quivering erection. Ronnie couldn't belive the things he was feeling, as she continued to stroke him. He started to tremble as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. "Have you ever cum before Ronnie?" Magen asked. "No." Jimmy answerd for his friend "He usually just rubs himself for a while, but he hasn't gone all the way yet." "Well, let's see if we can remedy that" Magen said. Then to the amazement of both boys, she put her head down and took the full length of Ronnie's cock into her mouth and started to suck him off. as the nine year old felt his little penis slide in and out of the older girl's mouth, he started to moan from the awakened sexual feeling within him.

The blowjob along with the enema flowing into him finally did the trick, and he suddenly felt the release of his first orgasm. Magen felt the stiff dick in her mouth pulse and then soften slightly. She knew that Ronnie had finally come. Removing her head from between the moaning little boy's legs, she glanced over at the enema bag, just in time to see the last little bit of fluid flow out of it into her brother's rear. Ronnie lay there, naked and panting, with the enema tube still imbedded in his rectum, as Magen gently stroked his forehead and told him to rest for a minuet. After giving him a little time to recover, Magen told him to hold the water in, then lifted his legs and removed the tube from his behind. Jimmy helped Magen lead poor Ronnie to the toilet, Magen cradeld his small rump in her hand to help him hold the water, then they set him down on the seat and let him relive himself. After about five minuets of splashing and plopping, Ronnie was empty, and he got up and wiped himself. His little penis had shurnk down again, and now just the head was visible from his scrotum between his legs. Magen helped both boys back into their underpants, and gave each one a gentle squeeze in the genitals as she "adjusted" them.

by Chris Pursell</