One thing leads to another ...
written by:
Nikki B

Dear reader, I'm going to forego my usual introductory blah blah blah. If I'm new to you, take a look at my earlier stories for details that you may find of interest, or not.

The subtitle of this story might be: girl meets boy, they go to dinner, they have sex. Okay, but, as it turned out ...

Mitch and I met when I elbowed my way between him and his friend Dan. We, meaning Mitch and I, went to dinner in a very nice café near the hotel. I was mildly surprised that we had such an enjoyable conversation, and though I'd planned to make it an early night, well, as often happens, one thing led to another, and that thing was incredible!

Partly because it was so unexpected, I think. I was only looking to have a quick drink at the bar before turning in for the night, but I got one of the most erotic nights of my life. We did everything I thought we could do, I had so many delicious orgasms, and I thought I had just about drained his hefty balls dry. His beautiful cock in my throat gave me sensations I never thought possible, and in my kitty, well, let me just say that although I'm not a huge fan of huge dicks, in this case, ohmygod! He was careful, patient, and so skillful. To make it even sweeter for me, I thought I might die from pleasure while he was cumming in my butt.

When I could breathe again we lay there, talking, cuddling, and eventually I told him about most of my sexual history.

"In my last year in high school I suddenly discovered sex. Until then I was too busy being a nerd, and playing sports, and my parents were way careful, too protective. So protective that I got the itch and had to scratch it, with no one except my peers or my slutty sister to tell me about the nature of things. So one night when I was walking home from the library with a fellow nerd we got to talking about dating, a foreign concept to us, and how it must be so weird, when I had a startling revelation."

Mitch was looking at me with wide unbelieving eyes. "Nikki, you were still a virgin then?"

"Yes, I'd just turned eighteen and I realized, I'd never been kissed! Oh, I was kissed, but not in that wet sloppy tonguie kind of kiss, the where do I put my nose kind of puppy play that most girls go through a lot earlier than that. When my girlfriends would talk about it I would get grossed out, imagining somebody's tongue in my mouth. Ughh! So I asked him: "How about you? I guess you must have kissed a lot of girls by now." I was feeling him out, to see if I was the only freak."

He looked at me, blushing. "Um, no, but I don't care. It's too weird."

"Well, I think we should try it, an experiment, like when you're a kid you don't like broccoli or green beans, but then years later you love them. Maybe it's okay now."

"I still don't like green beans."

"Okay," I answered, slightly exasperated, "but this is different," I said, "and you know it. Are you afraid? Think I might rat you out to your dork friends? I won't say anything, I promise."

"I was watching his eyes, his face, and I could see the indecision there, and then it dawned on me, he was just as curious as I, but didn't know how to say it."

"Finally I told him to stop, pulling on his arm. We turned to each other, both of us knowing now what was going to happen, and we leaned in, no hands, drawing closer, I could smell him now, the soap he used, closer, and our lips met, for just a second, and we both pulled away. It was okay, but no sparks, no tingles. We kissed again, our lips pressed together, not moving, and it felt as though something was missing. Gradually, we began to move our heads, our mouths, our bodies pressing closer, and I could feel my kitty getting tingly, and I pulled back. He opened his eyes, and I realized that mine had been closed, too."

"That was okay, but I feel kind of, um, ... " , and Davey began to stammer. "I knew right then that I had been missing so much!"

"Yeah, me too, ... " " and before he could say anything else I kissed him again, and thinking about all those things my girlfriends had said, I opened my mouth a little, let the tip of my tongue slide across my lips, and his. He moaned, he actually moaned, and I put my hands on his waist. He pulled me to him, his arms around me, around my shoulders. I pushed my tongue against his lips, felt the tip of his tongue, and I got a spark in my kitty that make my heart leap."

"Uh," I whispered, breathless now, "we'd better get going. I don't think we can stand here doing this!" In truth I was getting wet, and, I was afraid someone would see us."

"Davey walked me home, which wasn't our usual routine, we'd always part at the corner and go our separate ways, he lived right around the corner from me. We went to the back door, where we stood, talking for almost an hour, about nothing, everything, except the kiss, avoiding looking at each other, fidgeting. We both wanted to do it again, but once again, where to begin? Finally, with my nipples hard in my sensible cotton bra, I leaned to him, kissed him, my tongue lashing out, plunging into his mouth, our bodies pressed together, and I could feel his hardness against my thigh, and that feeling was there in my kitty, and she was so wet now!"

Mitch was very interested now. "Nikki, tell me you fucked him right there! That would be so hot!"

"No, Mitch, I was so frightened, so confused. I loved the way I felt, but I didn't know what do about it, with Davey, I mean. I turned and ran into the house, and into my bathroom. My panties were soaked, my kitty was sopping wet, all sticky, it was leaking out of me, pooling in my lips and oozing out. I was sort of afraid, but there wasn't any pain, but that constant insistent feeling of making this feeling go away. I knew how to do that, I was no virgin in that department. I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs, looking down at my kitty as my fingers ran through my slippery lips, going deeper, until I hit the spot where my hymen had been, still so tight, nothing having gotten past there, I was too afraid. So I stopped, and stroked my nipples, then got in the shower and then into bed, no jammies, and eventually fell asleep."

"I can't believe that you didn't make yourself cum!"

"Well, it's hard for me to believe it now, too, but that's how it was. The next day, though, I told Davey to meet me at my house, and we went into the den, nobody else there, my sister and parents out, and we began playing with each other. We would do that everyday, for about a week, until finally I got my hand into his pants, while he was fumbling with my bra. I thought it had to be fair, not knowing we were playing 'I'll let you see mine if you let me see yours.' "

"The best day was when I got up enough nerve to not wear my bra, and he got his hands in my tshirt; ohmygod, my nips were on fire!"

"I told Davey that he could look at them if he let me look at him. I knew he was in pain, he would groan and moan when I'd touch him through his pants. The first time I touched him like that he jumped up and ran out, and then called me from his bedroom and told me that he had an 'accident', finally telling me that he had cum in his underwear."

I waited a second, then laid my hand on Mitch's full erection. "While I pulled my tshirt off I made sure he was getting ready to show me his," and I laughed. "I was so excited when he got his pants down around his knees, pulled it out of the side of his jockey shorts. He was so hard! I thought it looked pretty strange, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I touched it and it jumped, he pulled his legs together, told me to wait, wait! And then while he was feeling my boobs, touching them, feeling my nips, I was touching his dick, feeling the softness of the head, the firmness of the shaft.

"Davey," I ordered, "take your shorts off!" and I felt his balls, so soft outside, the hard little eggs inside. In a minute I was stroking him, and then I went a little further, aching for him to touch me. "Davey, you can kiss my boobs if you want to," and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking just like I'd heard my sister talk about it."

"So you were the instigator in this," and Mitch smiled. "No surprise there,"

"Yes, I had all this theoretical knowledge and I was determined to put it to use. My inner nerd," and I laughed. "I found out in the next minute."

I was stroking Mitch now, both hands, twisting, squeezing, watching him swell, getting him there, almost there, so close. When I knew he was within a stroke of cumming I got back to my tale: "I went faster, and Davey laid back, his hand gripping my wrist, but I wouldn't stop, and he spurted, again and again, I could almost hear it coming out, splattering on his thighs, on the sofa, then on his belly. I had such an urge to taste it, but I didn't want to frighten him off, so I ran to the bathroom, brought a roll of toilet paper out, wiped him, wiped the sofa, and we kissed until he was hard again. This time it was slow, I knew what to do, and he laid back, watching me, which I found fascinating, and when he came again I got my first taste of having the power of control over another human being."

"And young Dave, what did he do with you?" I could tell that Mitch wanted him to have fucked me, or at least licked my kitty.

"I let him suck my nips, and I got him off twice more before I began to worry that someone would come home."

"But how long before you, uh, gave him a bj?"

"You're jumping ahead," and I told him about Bernie, and giving him my first blow job.

"With Davey I was exploring, and I thought about it all the time after that. In class one day I got caught by one of the guys I thought was so handsome, Bernie. He smiled at me as our eyes locked, and I got that itch in my panties. He caught up with me after class, and that afternoon I was in the den again, this time making out with Bernie. The next day we were kissing, and Bernie tried to get into my bra. I stopped him, but he persisted, and his tongue in my mouth was doing wonders for my libido but nothing for my resistance, and in a minute my tshirt was off and his pants were open. I got him off in a few minutes, and I got the first fingers in my kitty other than my own."

"Past the forbidden zone?"

I laughed. "Yes, oh yes, he had his fingers in to the hilt, which hurt for a few seconds, and then went away, and I pressed against him until he shot his considerable load against both our bellies. Major clean up after that one, let me tell ya." I told Mitch about the logistics of meeting each guy without letting the other one know, and then the fateful day, and what led up to it.

I told Mitch about seeing my sister with Greg, and how she taunted me to sneak up and join them, but keeping it from Greg, who had the biggest donkey dick I'd ever seen.

"I held it in my hand, and it felt so warm, and I could feel the throb, and the hardness of the huge vein that ran down the side of the shaft, like a worm under the skin, and his giant balls, hairy, with hair going up his belly. I kissed it, and licked it and took it in my mouth," remembering the sensation as if it had been a minute ago, my kitty getting shocks, like after orgasms, " and at first the taste was strange, but not bad. Of course, now I love it," and I took Mitch into my mouth. I sucked him for a minute, my hands stroking him, looking into his eyes until I let him pop out.

"Now I was dying to do it, really do it. I called Bernie. We went to a drive-in. We'd go there if we couldn't use the den. I was stroking him, and he had me playing with his balls, too." I was doing the same with Mitch.

"Bernie looked me in the eye. "Nikki, I love what you're doing, but I can do that, I do it all the time. There's something else you can do, though," and he leaned down, sucked my nip, using his tongue on it, making me almost dizzy. When he stopped I almost cried out in frustration. "You can do that instead," and he raised his hips, to let me know that he wasn't talking about his nipple getting sucked.

I had a trove of knowledge about oral sex, too, from my sister and Greg, and I'd been trying to get up the nerve to get it on the agenda, and now Bernie was giving me the perfect chance to really go through with it. With Davey I was the one who was in control, the one who set the pace, but with Bernie the shoe was on the other foot, I was intimidated by him, and I wanted to please him."

"Nik, don't stop now! Did you do it?"

"Yes! Much to his surprise, I think, I began to kiss his dick while I was stroking it, and he was telling me how good it felt and to take it into my mouth, which I did, and I let him direct me through it, just like he wanted it."

I began sucking Mitch's gorgeous cock again, talking to him as I'd come up for air after taking him into my throat, "and he had me try to deep throat him, ... " looking up at Mitch, my eyes playful, my lips covered with saliva, " like this ... which I finally did," and I took Mitch in again, all the way down, making that gurgling sound when he was all the way in, and let him out to tell him, "until he was cumming in my mouth!" and I sucked Mitch until I had another mouthful.

After I told him about having sex with Davey and Bernie, and another guy, Carl, on my last night of virginity, and how I behaved at some of the sex parties I had attended, where I had exhibited myself so wantonly shamelessly, he asked if I was done for the night.

The truth? This was the first sex I'd had in over a week, and in those days a dry spell of that length bordered on painful. My O meter was only at the half full mark, I still wanting more, but rather than admit that I was such an eager cum slut I gave him a demure smile.

"Well, I do have to catch a plane, and I'd like to get some much needed sleep before then, but what do you have in mind?" I couldn't think of anything we hadn't done and I was curious to know why he was asking. If I didn't care for it I'd shoo him out and take a hot shower, try to get a few zzzs before facing the new day. I stifled a faux yawn to make my point.

"Nik, you like what we're doing, the two of us. Now that I know you a little better I know you'd like it as well, or even better maybe, if it were three of us." His deep brown eyes were trying to get a reaction from my expression, and it didn't take long. I knew in a heart beat that he was suggesting a threesome with his friend Dan, the blonde surfer looking dude. At the mention of two men doing everything I wanted I was primed to go again. What a slut!

"Your place or mine?" He grinned at my reply, reached for the phone, then thought better of it and got his cell from his slacks. After he told Dan my room number he slid back in bed beside me, but before he got me beneath his gorgeous body again I slipped away from his grasp.

"Now I have to make a call," and I used the house phone to call to have my flight changed. I knew there was no way I'd be in shape to travel, nor did I want to leave two handsome men in my bed if there was any sexual energy left in any of us.

We lay there, my heart beating like a drummer at a heavy metal concert, kissing, fondling, rekindling our lust, and the fifteen minutes it took Dan to get to my door seemed like an eternity. Then, two soft knocks, followed by one more. I got out of bed, stumbled on one of my heels, and grinning, I put them on, and, thinking of a scene from "9 1/2 Weeks", pulled Mitch's shirt on, rolled the sleeves up onto my forearms, his musky aroma still there, the blend of cotton and silk warm against my heated flesh, and in my CFM heels and the fully open shirt and nothing else, went to the door. Just to be certain, I peeked out the peephole, to be sure it was Dan, and there he was, looking into the peephole, too.

"Dan, hey!" I touched his handsome jaw as I gave him a light kiss on the lips, the tip of my tongue giving him a preview of what I intended for him. I was going to leave it at that, but on impulse I pressed my nearly naked body against him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and he kissed me again, a full tongue to tongue wet sloppy delicious kiss. I could feel his hardness pushing against my belly, the steady throb pushing in through his clothing and deep into my body, making my cunt pulsate along with him.

"I'm happy you're glad to see me!" as my fingers investigated the length that pressed against me. "C'mon in, the party's just starting." I almost laughed when I thought of something Marie said to Carl one night: "There's a party in my mouth and you're invited to cum." Silly, but I thought of that and realized that was what I was suggesting to Dan.

I turned and walked away, the high heels giving my sweet ass those rolling curves that make men dribble in their skivvies, and went into the bathroom. I peed, then splashed a little warm water on my kitty, trying to rinse her out a little, brushed my teeth for a few seconds to freshen my breath, ran my hands through my hair, gave that up and shrugged. I had that just fucked look, and I knew I looked hot!

Dan knew what he was there for. By the time I came out of the bathroom he was undressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, Mitch sprawled out beside him, both of them totally at ease with being naked with each other. I briefly wondered if they were bi, and how beautiful they would be making love to each other; Dan, the quintessential blonde surfer dude type, Mitch the handsome black junior executive-on-his-way-up sort, and thought that I might be in for an extra erotic treat. Was this what Mitch had in mind? Time would tell. I dimmed the lights and walked to them, shivering slightly as I thought of what lay ahead. In my book nothing beats having sex with two handsome guys! Unless it's with three handsome guys.

"Nikki, I was hoping this would happen, or that it was me who would take you to dinner, and then here. Either way, Mitch and I share everything, so I was really counting on him to ring your chimes. You're so gorgeous! And you have a fuckin' stellar rack!" I blushed at his compliments, not at all offended by the language. I love the attention. But something in his tone, and a new look in his eyes, gave me another sort of chill, but I disregarded it, he was just displaying his arousal.

"You share everything? So is this a regular thing, sharing women?"

"Well, yeah I guess. I mean, not like this usually, but sometimes. Thing is, we've been best friends since junior high, played ball together, all kinds, even went to college together." I was waiting for something interesting, and I got it. "Mitch was my best man at my wedding. He's quite the ladies man, as you know. The night before the wedding he fucked the maid of honor," and he looked directly into my eyes, "and my fiancé." He waited for me to react, but I thought he might continue, which he did. "Of course, I was there, too. We were all going to go on the honeymoon but Carlie, the bride, said no."

I was curious. "When did you get married?"

"Typical college graduation wedding, it was huge, but it was fun, too."

"And now?"

"It's still fun. We get together two or three times a month, sometimes with a girl Mitch brings or a someone Carlie knows, or the three of us. We go on weekends together, same deal. It works. Carlie loves him, I mean she loves him like she loves me. That works too."

"Wow, that sounds, um, well, I don't know what to say!" I was in no position to make judgment, and I told him, them, that. "So this will be okay with her," I suggested.

"Oh yeah, but she'll be pissed she isn't here." He looked at my boobs, or what he could see of them in the half open shirt. "Man, I she'd those tits!"

"But you can't really know that, you haven't seen them yet, not nude anyway. I was all covered up before."

And then my inner slut took over. I knew that the way I felt right at that moment, I'd do anything, I'd ride this sexual high as far as they'd take me. I resolved that I wouldn't stop, not until they'd had enough.

My hands pushed the shirt open wide enough for me to cup my boobs, playing at covering them for a moment, my eyes on theirs, and slowly I began to move, putting on a little show for them. My crossed arms moved apart, my hands still cupping my full 34Ds, playing with my overly aroused nipples, tweaking them, pinching, pulling; my head lowered and the tip of my tongue brushed across their swollen hardness, a flick of fire at the touch, eliciting a low sigh from me.

I looked up, saw that both of them were languidly stroking beautiful erections, and I was pleased to discover that Dan was only slightly smaller then Mitch in the meat department. His body was fuller, he was more cut and buff, and when our eyes met I felt my knees begin to tremble. He looked like he was going to devour me.

Yes, his eyes had changed, his smile had changed. If I was meeting him at a bar for the first time and he had this expression I probably would have declined any offer he might make. But now, here, it was too late, I was in for the duration now, no backing out. My heart sped up, my breath caught in my throat.

"Oh, babe, suck it, suck that gorgeous tit!" But I can't get my lips around them; it's hard enough to stretch my tongue that far to even get a lick at the tip of my nip. But I love to do it, especially when I have an appreciative audience. One look at their beautiful dicks told me that they appreciated every move I was making.

As I looked up to gauge their reaction to my slutty performance I saw that they were both entranced with my carnal show. I pushed the shirt from my shoulders, let it fall. I turned from them, leaned to pick it up, my legs slightly apart, my kitty lips wet with lust, and I knew they could see every millimeter of my sex spots. My butt hole was clenched so tightly that I thought, no butt fucking tonight, babe, but how wrong I was.

Standing beside the bed, I leaned to Dan, brushed the wet tip of my nipple across his lips, feeling the tingle down to my toes as he licked, my fingers probing my slippery slit, brushing the fragrant kitty cream on the tip of my boob for him to taste. "Yummy, no?" I stared into his wolf eyes, apprehensive as to what might happen when his teeth found my tender nip. I could barely breathe.

"Yummy, yes!" He sucked it into his mouth, his teeth playing with it, pulling, making me wince, but it felt soooo good! Relief spread through my body, I had been silly to think he might hurt me in some perverted way. I was moaning, my hands in his wavy hair, my back arched, pulling away, making his teeth grip harder, oh god, I was getting close to cumming already! I had to slow down, I thought, but why? We had all night, I could cum until morning, what was my problem?

Pushing him away, I knelt between his knees, at eye level with his swollen cock, which was swaying to and fro like a cobra coming out of its basket, threatening to strike, waiting for just the right moment. I grabbed it, my fist around the base of his shaft, my other hand just beneath the ridge of his sumptuous head, and began moving my hands toward each other as I leaned to him and licked the tiny eye. I moved back, spit on it, my upper hand swirling around it, lubricating my hand, and took him into my mouth. Oh god, I wanted him to cum right away!

"Dan, cum for me, in my mouth! I want to taste you before you get inside my kitty." I licked him, my tongue making long swirls around the ridge, then below it, my teeth nipping at him, my lower hand moving down to his nut sack, grazing with my fingernails, and as I moved up and took him into my mouth I let my fingers stray between his cheeks.

Rather than move away or move my hand, Dan opened his legs so I would have full access to him, to his cock, his balls, his butt! I was in heaven! I love to have a guy eat my juicy peach, and lick my tight little love tunnel, and I love to do it to them. To take long slow licks, tiny nibbles, sharp bites, all over their balls and cocks, flick my tongue across their hairy butt holes, kiss it, try to fuck it with the tip of my tongue. The nastier they are with me the more slutty I become. Dan was bringing my inner slut out in a huge way! I knew I had met my equal, and that frightened me a little.

"Turn around," and I was startled by the abrupt change in the tone of his voice, but not surprised. I turned, and before I could say a word I felt his foot push my legs wider apart.

"Bend over," and, unquestioningly, I again did as he commanded. He pushed down on the small of my back, his large hand splayed across the base of my spine.

"Spread your legs, wider," and I did, and I imagined the view he was getting, of my sticky lips, and my tight little brown star.

"Play with it, get your fingers wet," and I pushed my two middle fingers in, up to the knuckle, "faster," and in a few seconds I was sloshing around, my wetness covering my hand. The walls of my cunt were still extra tight from the fucking Mitch had laid on me.

"Don't cum!" Oh god, I was right there, right on the brink, and he knew. I slowed my thrusting.

"No! Keep going, don't stop, but don't cum!"

I was in several kinds of agony. My legs were uncomfortable, my nips ached with frustration, my kitty was close to bursting with pent up lust, but I kept at it, the walls of my cunt gripping my fingers, my voice a ragged moan. All of my attention, all of my energy, was now focused on not cumming, but continuing to stay in that beautifully agonizing moment of almost cumming, of almost flying, almost drowning.

"Turn around, face me! I want to watch your eyes. Keep them open. Look at me, look at me!" He was barking orders like a drill instructor to a raw recruit. It frightened me, I knew I 'd do anything he commanded, and I was terrified of what that might be.

Dan kept me on the edge, licking me as I fingered my kitty, biting my clit as my fingers rammed in and out, pulling my most sensitive bud until I thought he might draw blood.

"Another finger, get it in there, and don't you fucking cum!" I forced myself to lock my eyes on his wolf eyes as I pushed my index finger into my seeping kitty, and then, to up the ante and try to keep a bit of control, I pushed my pinky in, too. Four fingers, in up to my knuckles, my fingertips massaging the roof of my inner sanctum. My teeth were clenched, my lips were stretched wide in a strained rictus of a smile, a long throaty growl flowing from my throat. I was so close, so close! I had to cum!

"Turn around! Bend over again. Put your finger in your ass, I want to see you finger your asshole!" I was beginning to become confused, all these directions, all these turns, coming in rapid fire, making me lose any sense of control of what I was doing. But the brief time that elapsed while I turned and bent again abated my frustration a tad.

I pulled my fingers out, my kitty remaining open, the swollen lips closing slowly, the emptiness making my heart sink. He stood up, gripped my neck in his large strong hand, held me as I reached around, my hand separating my butt cheeks, the other sliding between them, my fingertip feeling the slightly bumpy flesh surrounding my tight little bung knot, "push it in," and I did that, I pushed my middle fingertip in, "more, all the way in," and I did, until my finger was in and my palm was against my butt. He pulled me upright, his free hand reaching around, finding my kitty, two long fingers shoving in, his thumb on my clit. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Don't cum," and he pushed me down again and rammed into me, his cock head burrowing into me until we were slapping against each other as we both moved, my finger still deep inside my butt hole. He pulled my arms up behind me, my finger free now, held me by both wrists, as if I was a wheelbarrow, pulling on my body as he fucked me mercilessly.

He dropped down, spread my cheeks, licked my rosebud, and jammed his thumb in, hard and fast, and in my lust crazed mind it felt like the biggest cock I'd ever had in there. I knew for sure I would cum in a second, I couldn't take it any more.

"Now, cum now, Nikki," and as my body tensed and I began to feel it overtake me I felt the full palm of his other hand hit my butt cheek, hard! The combination of my orgasm and his slap gave me one of the most powerful climaxes I'd ever experienced. I fell back onto him, softly screaming, then whimpering as his thumb kept probing my tight butt hole.

He pulled me onto the bed, kissing me, and I could faintly taste myself on his mouth.

"But that's just a tease, I want to get it for myself, from the source," and he threw me down, on my back, lifted my thighs, reached under and as he moved upward and forward he gripped both my wrists again, and spread my legs with his knee. He licked my kitty from bottom to top in one aching swipe of his tongue, making me sigh with pleasure as he ran it down, from my mound, through my furless furrow, past my 'taint, and around my butt hole, licking there again. That got more than a moan from me! My legs tightened around his head as he licked, and when he sucked my clit I felt my body rise from the bed, my back arched, straining to force my clit into his mouth. He let go, and I felt him lick my butt hole yet again, his tongue rimming me, searing my soft flesh, driving me wild. He kept at it, clit to butt, back and forth, until I was tied in knots around him, trying to get away one second, trying to get all of myself into that incredible mouth the next.

I was still cumming, or cumming again, my head hanging off the edge of the bed, when I realized that Mitch was standing in front of me, his tip of his long thick luscious cock was rubbing across my mouth. My tongue came out automatically, licking that delicious plum, tasting the remnants of our earlier fucking, his shaft that quizzical softness on the outside, covering a ramrod of solid steel inside. I sucked him in, he began to fuck my throat but I couldn't take him like that, I was choking, I really couldn't breathe, I had to get up, pushing him away.

"Over, let me turn over, I can't breathe like that," and we all moved, a mini-ballet of naked bodies, and I was speared between them, Mitch in my mouth again, Dan tonguing me again, his hands on my boobs, squeezing, teasing my nips. He got up, spread my cheeks, his fingers oily with my kitty cream, rubbing, oh god, rubbing. I let Mitch fall from my lips.

My hand went to my butt, one finger rubbing there. Dan licked. "Nikki, finger it, get it ready for me, I'm going to fuck that sweet ass of yours until you cum." I fell forward, resting on my shoulders, my cheek pressed to the mattress, facing Mitch, both hands behind me, one hand holding my cheeks open, the other probing past my rectal ring, two fingers deep inside. My other hand joined in, two fingers on each side now, spreading my dark tunnel for him. I was past shame, past caring about anything but this moment, and what was to come in the next!

"Stretch it open, let me see if you're open enough." This guy was clearly a butt freak, I thought, but then, so am I, so I spread my butt open, wider. He spit inside my open butt hole.

"It's okay, I'm still relaxed," and wondered if he would be bothered by Mitch having been in my butt already. As if! His hands gripped my cheeks, I felt the head of his delightful dick there, nudging my open ring, my fingers still holding myself open for him. As I moved my fingers aside he drove in like a greased hand into a well worn kid glove, easily, even as tight as that tiny chamber still was.

"Oh, slow, ... , just for a sec, slow, yes, ... , okay, it's okay now, ... , yes, oh, yes, YES!" Ahh, he felt sooo good in there, just fucking wonderful! I love to get butt fucked if the guy really knows how to do it, love it! And this guy really knew what to do!

Mitch was moving, lifting my body, sliding beneath me, pulling my legs up, bending my knees, moving me around like a rag doll, or an inflatable fuck toy, Dan holding my waist, they were both so strong, and Mitch looked into my eyes as his cock head nudged my kitty lips. I grinned, "yes, but if I tell you to stop ... ", and he nodded, pulled gently and rose up slightly, his cock inching in, and I was so tight now, filled in my butt, getting filled in my kitty, the head in my cunt now, forcing it to expand, sliding along Dan's cock in my butt, my body one complete sex machine, filling my brain with one huge surge of pleasure, nothing else ever before even coming close in comparison.

Dan was slapping my butt cheeks, leaving stinging crimson hand prints, Mitch was kneading my boobs with his gentle but firm squeezes, my lips meeting his, not kissing, but brushing across each other, tongues swiping at each other, my groans and moans repeating with each motion of their magnificent fucking, my voice a hoarse gasp each time I came, and I came a lot! One would move, the other would be still, then they'd reverse. Clearly they had done this many times before.

Now or never, I thought, so it may as well be now. I decided it was time to try to regain some modicum of control. So far I had failed at each attempt.

"In my mouth," I gasped between orgasms, "when you cum I want it in my mouth! Both of you! All of it!" It was an order, not a request, but would it be heeded?

Mitch was the first to comply, a minute later, wriggling out from beneath me, holding my jaw as I opened my mouth, and as Dan continued to ream my butt Mitch filled my mouth to overflowing with his creamy cum. I swallowed, and swallowed again, then licked the last dribbles from his still firm head.

Dan leaned over me, his hand gripping my neck again, and as he increased the speed of the pounding he was giving my butt he tightened his grip, and my throat was closed, I was breathing through my nose, but his other hand was there, pinching my nostrils closed, my body writhing, the sound of my heart pounding in my head, my rushing blood gurgling like a river at flood stage, my eyes wide open, Mitch watching me, and just as the blackness was descending I felt my body shatter, the explosion spreading out from the depth of my cunt to every particle of my flesh, and as I gulped a long breath when Dan let go I screamed, screamed again, laughing as I screamed yet again.

Dan in front of me, his hands gripping my face with one hand, the other stroking his slim coated cock with the other, "open wide!" and he spurted first into my mouth, then onto my face, a thick slash of cum across my nose, onto my forehead, into my hair. My hand covered his, stroking with him, getting every delectable drop from him. I looked up at him, at his wolf eyes, his wolf smile, and as his mouth descended toward me my heart leaped in my chest, I was terrified!

He kissed me, his soft lips on mine, his tongue opening my cum covered lips, sliding against my tongue, still coated with his cum, and Mitch's. Relief flooded my hyper-tense body and I began to shake.

I rolled onto my side, then onto my back, sighing dreamily. "I thought for a second that I was going to die," I whispered, and Mitch looked at me so seriously, "but then I remembered my sister telling me that I should try that, and I was way too far into it to stop, so I'm glad you knew what you were doing."

While Dan was in the shower Mitch and I lay on the bed, he snuggling behind me, my leg up, his dick once again in my tender kitty, fucking me slowly, gently, deeply, and I have to say, lovingly, and I would cum, beautifully, over and over, every few minutes, and when he came I was leaning over him, my lips sealed around him, taking him into my mouth, just past his ridge, wanting to feel him splash against my tongue, relishing the feeling of each spurt of his glorious cum, his loud moans music to accompany my erotic actions. I wanted the night never to end.

I swallowed most of his thick cream, then sucked one of his hairy balls into my mouth, stroking him as I bathed it with my slimy tongue, licked him from the base of his shaft to his dark butt hole, making him jump, his cock twitching in my fist.

Dan returned, his smile that of a different person, his sweet guy personality. "Nikki, I'd love to fuck that sweet ass of yours again but I'm guessing that's it for tonight," and I agreed, telling him that he had done about all I could handle back there for a good long while.

"I can still feel the heat on my butt cheeks," I said, wishing I could manage a sexy pout, but gave it up, it wasn't in my bag of tricks. "I'd love to have you inside my kitty again, though, and see if I can coax another mouthful of your precious bodily fluids out of you." He laughed confidently, but I had to use my tongue on his balls and his butt hole, and lick his semi-softie for several minutes before he could get hard enough to pass through my pearl encrusted gates and bring me to my last body wrenching orgasm of that memorable night.

In the morning Dan was gone, Mitch sleeping peacefully beside me, and when I returned from peeing, my kitty lips still puffy and tender, my butt feeling a bit off somehow, clenching slightly at random moments, he was still asleep, but after a few seconds of butterfly light fingers trailing along his slowly expanding length he opened his sleepy brown eyes.

"Hi," I whispered, as I climbed into the saddle, moaning as he filled me again. I pressed my boobs to his chest, my nips aching from the bites and pinches, kissing him as I rode him fast and hard, moaning, gasping each time he hit one of those spots that blinded me with sensation. I kept riding until he came inside me, after I'd cum twice more, screaming both times. I get a quiver now just thinking about it.

We had breakfast in the room, the waiter looking very cheerful as I answered the door dressed as I had when Dan had arrived, in heels and Mitch's shirt, with one button holding it somewhat closed.

The back to bed and we stayed in bed until it was nearly time to check out. We took a quick shower together, and I got one last luscious load from him as he stood, long arms out to the sides, pushing against either wall, his knees crumpling as I swallowed it all.

I watched him watch me dress, his eyes following my hands as I pulled my thigh highs up my long legs, watched as I stepped into my skimpy panties, which I then removed, tossed to him as a souvenir, to be replaced with my undie of choice, a flossy thong, a g-string really. I wanted to take my time, I didn't want to leave, didn't want this to end, us to end.

He knew.

"Nikki, it's time, you'll miss your flight."

"Then we'd have to stay another night," I teased, and I kissed him. But he was right.

A final kiss just before I stepped into the taxi that would take me to the airport. I hadn't felt that completely satisfied in too long a time, bittersweet though it was.

A few weeks later, sitting in my favorite local neighborhood coffee shop, reading the paper before my walk to work, I was about to toss the sports section aside, since there's usually nothing to interest me there, when who did I see smiling on the front page! So handsome in his uniform and ball cap, Mitch! I was surprised, and immediately it struck me that I had been just another conquest by a celebrity. My heart sank, I felt as though I could burst into tears.

But then, no!, it was I who had barged into his conversation, not the other way around. He hadn't approached me, asking what my sign was, or if I wanted a drink, or some kind of lame line. It just happened. And Dan was the icing on my kitty cake.

Dan is married and Mitch is as well as married to the same woman, so the story stops here. Although I do think about him occasionally, and if my hubby was a bit more open about that sort of thing I might see if I could play a little catch up with him, maybe with Dan, too, although he scares the crap out of me.

Those aren't their real names, by the way, so don't bother trying to figure out who they are, and I'll never tell. It's just one of those once in a lifetime things. Sigh.

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