Together, Could All Three Mount A Man-Size Fuck?

He rose from the pool's waters. A giant of a man, broad shoulders, muscles rippling with every movement. The sun glistened off his bronzed, wet skin. His loin cover flapped, barely covering his manhood. Maidens offered themselves to him and lay at his feet, but he waved them away. He fixed his eyes on me.

I cowered as he advanced, shuddering with fear, exhilaration, and anticipation. My pussy was wet, and my nipples were hard. He commanded; I obeyed, unable to resist this Olympian god of a man. I dropped on all fours and positioned myself for stud: I was his mare, he was my stallion.

Chancing a glimpse when he cast his garments aside, I gasped. His cock was gigantic. I trembled. My arms collapsed, and I buried my face in my hands. I spread my legs wider, hoping to accommodate him, but fear was overwhelming me. Then he knelt behind me and touched me. His huge but gentle hands caressed my buttocks, spreading them wide. I felt warm olive oil drizzle deep in my butt crack, and his finger circling my tight hole.

I tensed with each touch, yet he pressed harder and deeper. Oh, no, he's going anal, I thought. No one had probed my virgin ass before. His rock-hard cock entered me. I bit my curled finger so not to cry out. I hooked two fingers in my vagina and finger-fucked my pussy to divert my attention. I gritted my teeth, expecting both pain and pleasure of his penetrating stallion-size cock in my ass when he called my name.

"Mrs. G... Are you there, Mrs. G?"

Mrs. G? Why would a Greek god call me, Mrs. G?

I snapped out of my daydream-like trance and quickly yanked my hand out of my bikini bottoms. "I-I'm by the pool, Sammy, sunning myself." What's that damn young man want? I was just getting to the good part.

"Hated to bother you, Mrs. G, but Amazon delivered this package to us by mistake, so I thought I'd drop it off on my way to play basketball."

Must be the dildo I ordered. "Bring it here, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, Mrs. G."

"Thanks so much. Care for a cold beer, Sam?" I hadn't adjusted the gusset on my bikini bottoms, and one side had slipped into the slit of my shaven pussy.

Sam glanced at my crotch and then at my boobs—I had been toying with my nipples, as well, and they were almost free of my bikini top. The loose material hung on my erect nipples, and the top of my areolas were clearly visible.

I was a widow, thirty-five, good looking—so I'd been told—generous c-cups, flat tummy—I work out faithfully—and a tight ass. The dating scene just didn't appeal to me, although several guys had sniffing my scent trail once they heard I was widowed. I wasn't ready, yet. I preferred my fantasy world for sexual pleasures. But here was Sam and right next door: young, tall, broad shouldered, handsome—OMG, he's the Greek god of my daydreams!

"How about that beer?" I asked.

"Sure, Mrs. G. Why not? It's too hot to play basketball."

When I got up to get a can out of the cooler, I quickly adjusted my skimpy bikini so its gusset slipped entirely my pussy's slit, and its seat went into my butt crack. Then I bent over so he could see my exposed labia and butt cheeks. I took an extra-long time finding him a beer.

I turned around and handed it to him. "Here you go. Cold hands, warm heart, and hot pussy as they say." The bulge in his cargos told me that he had enjoyed the show.

"How old are you, Sam?"

"Twenty. Why you ask, Mrs. G?"

"Just askin'. Please call me Amy. Mrs. G is so formal."

"Okay, Mrs... I mean, Amy."

"You could do me a real service, Sam."

"What's that?"

"Oil my back. Can't do it myself, and I burn so easily." I lied.

"Sure... Amy..."

Sam helped me flatten the chaise, and I laid down. The curve of the chaise raised my butt cheeks and prominently displayed them. "The tanning oil is on the table."

"How much?"

"Untie my top, first, and push the straps out of the way." Sam's fingers trembled as he untied my bikini top. "Squirt some all over my back and rub it in."

He did as I asked. His hands on my back—the first I'd felt in a long time—sent thrills throughout my whole body, settling in my pussy, which was crawling with desire by the time he'd finished.

"Unite my bottoms, do my butt and legs, as well, please."

"M-More oil?" he asked as his trembling hands undid my bottoms.

I opened my legs so he could stuff the bikini between them. "Yes... And don't forget my inner thighs, too."

"I-I-I won't."

I glanced at his crotch. He had the biggest boner I'd seen in quite some time. I felt good that I could still turn them on at thirty-five.

Sam rubbed oil into my skin, stopping at my butt cheeks for the longest time. Then he moved to my inner thighs, and I spread my legs some more. He rubbed oil into my thighs, occasionally, touching my labia. His touch sent shock waves from head to toe.

I drew up my knees and spread them as wide as I could, lifting myself, a few inches off the chaise. Sam's eyes were like saucers.

He oiled his hand and caressed the folds of my pussy, rubbing up and down. I joined his up, down motion with my hips. My clit screamed with delight, my body shuttered. "That's right... Ooooh, Sam. Don't stop. Don't stop." I grasped the bulge in his cargos and squeezed.

When his thumb slid into my vagina, wiggled, and found my g-spot, I almost came off the chaise. I raised myself up on my elbows, swaying uncontrollably. He toyed with my ass. I flinch at each touch. He pressed harder and deeper but not entering.

He fingered my clit and thumbed my vagina until I climaxed. "Enough... Enough..." I pleaded with my Greek god. I soaked him and the chaise with my juices.

I rolled over. I was naked, vulnerable, and wanton. My pussy was still throbbing with desire, my nipples were hard and erect. Sam pulled down is cargos, releasing his rock-hard, pulsating cock.

I'm yours, my Olympian god. Do as you will with me, I thought.

I held out my arms, butter-fly spread my legs, and beckoned him to me. When the head of his cock touched my labia, I squirmed with anticipation—a cock hadn't touched me in a very long time. I dug my heels into his butt and drew him into me. With each thrust of his hips, I pulled him deeper until he was full hilt. We locked in a synchronized dance of in, out cock-thrusts in my pussy.

We had just gotten started when he said, "I'm cuming. You feel sooo good. I'm cuming."

So soon, I thought.

But I climaxed, quickly, stronger and more delightful than the one before. My body tensed then convulsed with each jerk and thrust of Sam's ejaculation of hot, sticky semen, deep within me. Once, twice... I lost count. We collapsed for a moment. I squeezed my legs together, enjoying the last of his erection against my clit.

Sam took my cue and kept his hip action going, rubbing my clit. It wasn't long before I climaxed again, and again. But eventually, his cock gave out, and I relaxed, remembering how good he felt inside me. Much better than any dildo.

Slumping on the pool-deck by me, Sam said, "I'm sorry, Amy. You were so beautiful, so enticing. I just couldn't help myself."

"No worry, Sam. I wanted you to fuck me. I've wanted you, needed you for some time, more than a year, since John's illness."

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

"You didn't. You got a girlfriend?"

"Not at the moment."

"You fuck her?"

"Mrs. G..."

"We're adults. I was curious: did you two fuck?"

"Well... Yes... Yes, we did."

"Was she good at it?"

"What you mean?"

"Did she know what she was doing? I mean, did she really know how to fuck, or was she just learning?"

"Learning, I guess, but I don't have anyone to compare her with."

"Well... How do I compare with her?"

"Without a doubt, you're better."

"And I've only begun to show you the pleasures I can."

"Whoa. What you mean, ‘Begun'?"

"Just what I said. Any time you want more, just knock on my door or gate."

Sam's eyes widened.

"Meanwhile, how about a swim?"

"I don't have a suit," said Sam.

"I'm not gonna wear one. You don't hav'ta, either." When the cool water hit my boobs, my nipples reacted and got rock-hard. As I bobbed in the water, I beckoned to him. "Coming in? Water's great."

Sam jumped in. When his cock and balls hit the cool water, they retracted in tight-formation like a turtle. I swam over to him and cupped my hands around him. "Cold are they? Let me warm them up for you." I lightly massaged them, and they relaxed. Soon, his cock grew in length and width. "Isn't that better." I swam away. "Catch me if you can."

He immediately took off after me in a splash and cornered me. With arms wide open, he approached. At the last moment, I dove under him and yanked his half-erect cock as I swam by. Surfacing, I yelled, "Tag. You're it."

Sam turned and dove underwater, coming up behind me. He gently cupped my boobs, and said, "Tag. You're it." Then he submerged and swam away.

I turned and swam toward Sam. When I submerged, he didn't try to escape. He treaded water, cock erect facing me. I grasped it and surfaced. He embraced me, and I positioned his cock at my vagina's opening. Luckily, I was still full of his cum, so he managed to slip into me. Once fully in, he and I rocked and bobbed until he quickly came, again. I locked my legs around his hips, and he stayed with me for my climax, then he shriveled and retracted from me. I left a trail of cum in the water as I moved to the ladder and climbed out.

I put on my bikini, and asked, "Want another beer?"

"Sure." Sam grabbed the ladder and climbed out. I handed him a beer as he was zipping his fly. "Thanks for the beer, and thanks for... everything."

"The pleasure's all mine, Sam. You have no idea..."

"When can I come again?" We looked at each other and laughed. "No pun intended."

"You free tonight? I get really lonely at night."

"Let's see... Uh... Nothing I can't break... What time?"

"Nine?"

"See you at nine."

* * * *

As the afternoon hours clicked by, I became as nervous and as excited as a girl on her first date. What should I wear? Casual? Sexy? I didn't want to seem overly wanton, but I was, I just didn't want Sam to know it. Just thinking about him, I dripped, nonstop. I showered and shaved my pussy. What about snacks? Beer? Liquor? OMG, I'm going to faint dead away before the evening gets started, I thought. Casual. Be calm and casual.

I finally chose a loose-fitting top—no bra. Until a couple years ago, I could pass the pencil test, but sadly, my natural boobs were starting to sag, and I could hold a pencil under them, now. But my nipples were still to die for, and my top prominently displayed them. I decided to wear a matching mini-skirt—no panties—although that may not have been a good idea since my pussy had been so wet it's been dripping with anticipation.

The hands on the clock seemed to be moving in slow-motion: would nine ever arrive? At eight forty-five, the doorbell rang. It was Sam.

"Hi, Amy. I'm early, but I couldn't wait to see you."

"I could hardly stand the wait either. Come in."

"I've got a massive boner and want to fuck you right now."

I glanced at his trousers, and he wasn't lying. He had first-rate boner in there trying to get at me. I'd been hoping for some foreplay, some fooling around, some playtime, but he was all fired up and about to shoot his load right in his pants if I didn't do something.

"Sure, Sam. Anything you say." I led him to my bedroom. Before I even turned around, he was naked, and his cock was dancing up and down, engorging with blood.

I quickly undressed and spread-eagled on the bed. "I'm ready, Sam..." Before the words were out of my mouth, he was on the bed, his cock at my pussy's door.

"I wanna fuck you, Amy. I've had a hard-on all afternoon just thinking about you."

This didn't bode well. I had a feeling that he'd shoot his wad as soon as he got started. Poor boy didn't know how to pace himself.

"Go ahead and stick it in me." I braced for him cuming at any moment. I didn't have to wait long.

"I'm sorry, Amy. I don't know what happened. I did better at the pool."

Ah, the memories of my late husband resurfaced. He often unloaded just when he got started, leaving me wanting, needing much more.

"It happens. Let's see if I can rejuvenate you."

"Rejuvenate?"

"Yeah. Get another erection. Just lie back and relax." Then I went to work on his limp cock, licking and sucking for I was worth. Soon, it stirred.

"How's that feel?" I sucked on his balls, as well.

"The best blowjob, ever." He clenched the bedding with both hands, and I knew he was awakening for another round. When he was erect enough, I added stroking. Then I straddled him—cowgirl style—and was riding his cock to my great delight. I was on the edge of my first climax when I heard those fateful words. "I'm cuming, Amy. I'm cuming." And I was left wanting, needing, again. I tried to milk all I could out of his withering cock, but it slipped out just as I was close to my climax.

To say I was disappointed would have been an understatement, but I was. I knew it would take Sam some time before he was ready to satisfy my needs, but I was impatient now that I'd been back in the saddle. I stroked his confidence and encouraged him. "Thanks, Sam. Just what I needed. You were great."

"Sorry I didn't last longer."

"You will. It takes time to build up endurance... Oh, Sam..."

"Yes, Amy."

"You wouldn't have a friend or two who'd like to join our party?"

"What you mean?"

"Until you gain endurance, your friends can help out and have some fun, too."

"Yeah. I have two close buddies I'd share you with. When?"

"Whenever."

* * * *

Sam came over, alone, three more evenings, and his endurance wasn't improving, but the thought of his friends coming to his aid kept me interested in him. Then on Saturday, at eight-thirty, Sam knocked. When I opened the door, two boys accompanied him.

"Hi, Amy. This is Larry and Jimmy. They play basketball with me and are my best buds."

"Hi, Larry. Hi, Jimmy. Come right in. Wanna a beer?"

"Sure, Amy," all three said in unison.

"I filled my friends in on our arrangement and what they might expect."

"And what do you expect, Larry?" Larry blushed.

"Don't be bashful, Larry. You expect to fuck me, don't you?"

Larry cleared his throat. "Y-Yes, I do."

"Good. And you, Jimmy? Do you expect to fuck me, too?"

Jimmy blushed and nodded.

"Well, boys that's what I need. A good fucking, a man-size fucking, and I'm hoping the three of you together can give me one."

They looked at each other and grinned.

"So no one gets a sloppy second, you'll use condoms. Agreed?"

They nodded.

"I'm so horny just talking about it, who wants to go first?"

I couldn't believe my eyes when the boys played rock, paper, and scissors to decide who went first and second. I wondered if there was a man-size fuck among them.

"Lucky you, Jimmy, this way to my bedroom... Come on boys, you can watch and be ready to jump in when Jimmy peters out. Who's second?"

"I am," said Larry.

"So you got the anchor position, eh Sam? Think you can bring me home?"

"I'll sure try."

I undressed, lay on the bed, and waited for nervous Larry to put on a condom and lube it. I really didn't expect much, but I was pleasantly surprised. After inserting full hilt, he rocked his hips—rubbing my clit with each thrust—he suckled my nipples, and kissed my hot, wet lips. He brought me near the pleasure mountaintop but petered out before I reached it.

Jimmy took over, but the excitement was too much for him, and he came almost immediately. Now, it was up to Sam.

Sam took his time, riding me in one position, me riding him in another position. He entered from behind, from the side, and from the top. I felt the waves of passion crashing on shores. Then it exploded in my brain, my pussy contracted and convulsed, my body shook and shuddered, my hips rocked to meet his as he pumped hot cum into the condom. Once, twice... I lost count of the times our bodies melted together.

Sam collapsed on me. I clamped my thighs on his cock.

"Don't leave me, Sam. Use what you've got left to climax me again."

Sam wiggled and gyrated his deflating cock against my swollen clit, sending me over the edge again and again and again. I closed my eyes and squealed. I moaned. I cooed. I'd forgotten how wonderful a good fucking felt. The boys had cum through for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Larry and Jimmy stroking their new boners.

"Larry, don't do that. Come here." Larry put his cock in me, and rode me to another climax and his.

"Your turn, Jimmy." Jimmy rode me, as well. This time he lasted a lot longer, bringing me to two more climaxes before one of his own.

"Thanks, men. You did a woman proud tonight. I'm sure to be sore in the morning." They laughed. "You can clean up in the spare bathroom down the hallway and get dressed. I'll freshen up and meet you in the living room."

They gathered up their clothes and left, while I hobbled to my bathroom. I was already sore, but I enjoyed every moment of it. As I washed my puss, I wondered where this was going. I wanted, needed a good man-size fucking, regularly. Until Sam could on his own, his friends would have to help.

The boys gathered to say our goodbyes. "Next Saturday? Same time?" I asked.

They looked at each other. "Wouldn't miss it, Amy," said Sam.

"Me neither," said Larry.

"See you Saturday," said Jimmy.

As I closed the door, my pussy was already twitching thinking about it. It was going to be a long week till Saturday.