Another time around Easter, we were naked and going at it, but he wouldn’t let me make him cum. He’d also sucked and stroked me, and did fuck me some, but he wouldn’t let me come, either way! I was going a little crazy wanting relief one way or the other when he sat up and said, “Here,” handing me some clothes. “Put these on for me.”
Thrown a little off guard, I let him pass me the clothes, which turned out to be a skirt, very short like a cheerleading skirt, and a numbered singlet, meant to be worn over a blouse, with high school colours. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just put them on for fun.”
‘Don’t worry’? Just for fun’? Easy for him to say! In my teenage angst I’m mortified. What happens if someone sees me! Obviously not thinking it through, since if anyone saw me naked with another guy, the skirt wouldn’t really matter! I don’t recall if we said it back then, but I sure was thinking ‘WTF’!
To bring you up to date, we still went to the brickyard on occasion, but we’d managed to get together at his place a couple of times. I was really into these classic “suck and fuck” scenarios, and having been taught to douche, they were bare and very hot! As you prolly already know from my stories of being inducted into these untold M2M pleasures, I was eager and therefore pliable, perhaps even submissive. I was becoming a ‘boy’ without knowing it, so when he said in a parental tone of voice “put it on already,” I put it on.
The skirt was short, barely fitting my waist, and I recall ripping the closure getting it fastened. I managed to get it on, the front tented, the back riding up my ass. As I pulled the singlet on, noticing it didn’t even cover my belly button, I heard a light knock on the door. “My friend” he said, a smirk on his face as he looked me over, eyes briefly stopping on the tent in my skirt. “You’re going to like this” as he let another ‘dad’ kind of guy in. “This is Claude.”
As introductions the order of the moment, my friend, previously referred to as ‘he’, is Francis. Claude: slightly dark complexion, short, dark curly hair and modest (for the day) sideburns was slightly taller and not as stocky. Tall, dark, handsome.
As we’re talking about appearances, I suppose I should mention, as per the style of the day, my dirty blond hair was pretty long, almost reaching my shoulders. Nervous and not sure of the picture I made, standing nearly naked in a very short skirt and singlet, I stuck my hand out to shake anyway. He stepped right past my hand and reaching with both arms hugged me, leaning to kiss and nuzzle my left ear. His forward movement caused the tented skirt and my cock to fold up against my belly, my balls just hanging free. As he humped me some, I think in recognition of my erect state, I caught a light waft of booze.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Marie,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. Marie? Pulling me closer into his hug I could feel his bulge pressing on my bare belly right above the waistband of my skirt. I wanted to find out about this “Marie” business but, right then, Francis came up behind me to join the hug, pressing his cock between my cheeks and making a humping motion. Claude stepped back and quickly stripped, leaving his BSD (big swinging dick) half standing, bouncing more than swinging as it grew. “Clean up,” Francis whispered in my ear. Those words, accompanied by him tonguing my ear, sent shivers through my body. When he felt the time was right, he nudged me forward with one hand, the other on my shoulder pressing insistently down.
This was the moment of reckoning! Run, or…?
Quick recap: dressed in a short skirt and cheerleader singlet, I’m practically naked. I’m also erect and desperately wanting to cum. Plus, Francis has done a great job warming up both the mouth and ass he has so carefully trained, so….
…..I knelt, leaning forward to ceremoniously kiss the tip of Claude’s penis, by way of introducing mouth and penis. Not istanbul travesti fully hard, it still jumped at the touch, leaving a trace of pre-cum on my lips and bumping my nose. Licking my lips, I used my right hand to point it at my mouth, again kissing the tip. And there was a lot of tip, as there was no foreskin. This was different! I opened my mouth to take him in, but he pulled away.
Behind my back, Francis had motioned Claude towards the couch. He walked around me to sit, with his legs spread, a soppy, happy kind of smile on his face. Francis moved to the side as I turned on my knees, shuffling forward. Tucked in between his legs, I leaned in for a better look at his cock. Not as fat and a little longer than Francis, it was topped by a lovely, pronounced purplish plum shaped head. Pre-cum was flowing freely from the slit. Sticking my tongue out, I lapped it up, enjoying the lightly salty musky taste, before parting my lips to take the plum into my mouth, one hand going for the base of the shaft to control how deep he could get, the other his balls.
Using my tongue, I licked all over before, parting lips, tongue sill dancing, took the head into my mouth. For some reason my lips and tongue were extra sensitive. I’d felt this once before with Francis and it had led to the longest, most sensuous, blow job we’d had. The feeling was amazing, especially the firm rim of the plum head, as my tongue swirled around it and when my lips closed behind it, locking it in. He groaned and so did I. He gently thrust his hips and the feeling of his cock moving in my mouth was as intense as stroking my cock. Man, did it feel good. Pleasure building, I felt like I could do this for hours.
Soon though, I felt movement behind me and a hard cock settling between my cheeks, thrusting upwards in that unmistakable motion. As Francis frotted me, his shaft was making lewd contact with my anus as it slid up and down, lighting me up down there too. Reaching, he grasped my cock and started to stroke me. I’m getting really high on all this mouth, ass and cock action and barely heard him say “Good girl, Marie”. Holy fuck there it was again! ‘Are they pretending to do his daughter or something’, I wondered?
He flipped the skirt up, exposing my ass then pulled back and centered his cock on my rosebud. Rubbing it in circles, stimulating the both of us, he eventually pressed it forward, my flower opening for him with no difficulty seeing as how warmed up I was. “Suck that cock good” he said, and pushing steadily, his cock fully entered my ass. Leaning into it, he started to fuck me, going deeper each stroke. “Good girl” he breathed. Meanwhile Claude is pumping his hips trying to push more of his meat into my mouth. Sliding through my fingers, into my mouth, he gasped and almost prematurely, explosively released his load into my mouth. Not pressed against my throat for easy swallowing, my mouth quickly filled. Under pressure cum started gushing from wherever his cock did not make a perfect seal with my mouth, running down to collect on my chin and then drip, drip, drip on my cock below.
After catching up with the flood of cum, Francis pulled out of my ass and said, “Turn around”, still licking my lips and swallowing cum I did, and he smiled “Clean up”. Looking at that fat cock that had just been in my ass, I gulped but leaned into it. Kissing the tip, I then rubbed it around my mouth, trying to get some of the cum on my face on it, and checking it out further. It looked clean and only smelt a little funky from my ass, so I opened my mouth for him. Soon I was going to town on his lovely and familiar cock, and before long I felt Claude bumping me from behind. Fast shooter though he was, there no down time for him! He pushed up the short skirt and slipped his hard cock into my already loosened ass. Cock still covered in and leaking cum, entry was easy. As the pronounced head started sliding in, he rocked it, making the istanbul travestileri fat head cock sort of studder its way through the sphincter, which promptly closed around the narrower shaft. Anchored, he pulled back. ‘Ooaahh Fuuck” I moaned through the cock in my mouth as my whole pelvic floor was pulled outwards.
Shifting gears, he pressed forward and slowly slid deeper into my ass, and bottoming out, just held still. Embedded in my ass, rocking his hips and gently thrusting forward, he was doing what I liked best about anal sex: I was full of cock, I could feel my sphincter gripping his shaft, the plum head bumping new territory. As I felt him gently pushing, relaxing, pushing, letting me feel just how much cock was inside me, I started cumming: alternately hunching and arching my back in ecstasy, my sphincter spasming shut trying to hold onto his cock, all while Francis was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and into my throat.
After a final, bone shaking, shudder rolled through my body from my anal orgasm I completely relaxed. Both cocks now had free access, which the guys made the most of. My throat opened fully for Francis’, and I could feel his pubic hairs mashed against my lips as he seemed to be aiming for my tonsils. Meanwhile Claude, fucking my ass, was trying to do the same thing from that end! Would they meet in the middle? Stay tuned!
Wiping my chin for the last of Francis’ cum, I reached down to stroke my cum covered cock. We got into a rhythm and went on like this for some time, like a perpetual fucking machine. Finally, all the intense feelings seemed to kick up a notch and I felt all three cocks thickening and the heat in my insides rose until it exploded as first my mouth filled, then my ass, and finally my hand as we all came, grunting and gasping our releases.
I was wiped, happy but wiped. I could hear a bit of muttered conversation and soon a blanket was spread on the floor and a warm wet cloth bathed my cock, balls and ass. Then two bodies, one on each side. Holding and kissing me with all kinds of kind words, I eventually ventured to ask, “who’s Marie?” They both laughed and Claude said “She was our high school crush. Athletic, dirty blond hair, great legs, big, firm tits and an ass that belonged in the Smithsonian! We both wanted her, but she was just too religious to go past first base.” I let out a sigh of relief as this wasn’t as kinky as I thought.
I eventually felt a hard cock in front and the other behind. Francis behind, said “relax baby” and I felt a familiar knocking at my back door. Still loose, he slid right in, just like he owned it.
Meanwhile, Claude was kissing me and stroking me until hard, then pulled my legs up so I was almost bent double on my side. Again, that familiar knocking, but I was already taken, or so I thought. “You’re going to like this,” he reassured me. Francis stopped thrusting and fully seated, just moved ever so gently in and out my rectum. My favourite! Claude moved his hand from my cock to his and pointed to where Francis’ disappeared up my ass. It took some doing, and plenty of lube, but finally I could feel the head of his cock push past my ring. Whomp! It hurt but didn’t really; it was more discomfort from the extra stretching of something already stretched.
Francis, in the meantime, remained patiently waiting like they’d done this before. Claude pushed and shoved and managed to get half his cock in my ass before stopping. With a muttered “S T” he pulled out and motioned for Francis to do the same thing. As their cocks left my ass, I felt very empty.
They maneuvered until facing each other, lying back with their legs intertwined and their balls touching, both shafts standing proud. Claude motioned for me to stand and straddle Francis. Oh good, Cowboy! Or err, as I was still wearing the skirt, Cowgirl? Kneeling, I could feel Francis’ cock sliding through my butt cheeks. He motioned me up and knowing travesti istanbul what he wanted, reached, wrapping my hand around his cock to line it up. By feel, I could tell the moment it was centered, as the tip was captured by the loose folds of my anus, then started lowering myself down his shaft. Head arched back, all my senses focused on the cock entering my ass, I could feel the progress of that lovely plum head as it ploughed deep, and it felt so fucking good!
My weight, and this position, ensured I had him embedded as deeply as possible in my ass. I paused to enjoy the lovely full feeling. Eventually, wanting more, I started rocking on his cock, then trying a few experimental ups and downs. Just as I was settling into a nice fucking rhythm, Claude pushed on my back, so I was leaning forward, arms extended, hands on Francis shoulders. Then Claude sat up so his cock was in line with Francis’ (or would have if Francis wasn’t inside me). He slapped my butt to signal me to move up, and as I did, put his hands on my ass to halt me at the desired height. Aligning his cock, he thrusted upwards with his hips, tip wanting in. It went, a tad easier this time. Removing his hands from my butt, he lay back. Pushing off Francis chest, so l I was sitting upright, I was suspended over two cocks, one a little more than halfway inside, the other now just inches inside. Slowly I lowered my body taking both a little deeper into my ass. It was so intense it wasn’t far before I stopped, then just rocked forward and back to let both cocks equalize to the same depth up my ass.
I’m feeling stretched but not painfully so. I was also hard again. Francis reached for my cock stroked it. “You can do it, baby,” he said. I relaxed and then slowly let myself sink down again feeling this incredible amount of cock filling me. After what felt like a long time, I hit bottom! Full, very full. Rocking gently at first, I started to raise and lower myself inches at first them more and more inches until I was fucking those two cocks like we’d invented sex.
I was starting to move more erratically when I felt hands, one on my back the other on my chest steadying me. First one guy, then the other sat up as much as they could manage. A sandwich! With me in the middle. Ahhh man I’m so full of cock and doing my best to keep an up and down motion going but my legs are getting tired and I’m slowing down. Hands rubbed all over my body, whispered encouragement. Francis started tweaking and pulling my nipples while Claude gently swished his fingers in my ears, moving them like a tongue.
This short break and the additional stimulation helped me get a second wind. I started my humping motion again, slowly at first. They both lay back supporting their upper bodies with their arms behind them. The position allowed them to start thrusting their hips, which they did. Pleasurably full of moving cock, my insides felt like the glowing embers of a fire. Bouncing on two cocks, stroking my own, fanning the embers to fire. My whole lower body is one big ball of pleasure, when I feel an eruption of hot liquid burst inside as one of them came. Boom, my ass started spasming around the two cocks as I came and came loudly. I ejaculated and recall vividly the sight of cum shooting up in an arc, to fall, splatting on Francis’ chest and face. Groaning deep in my belly I felt the other cock in my ass erupt further painting my insides with cum.
Panting deeply, I couldn’t, or didn’t want to, move. Finally, I sort of collapsed onto my side, cocks first then a river of cum coming out of my well used ass. We all just lay there in a state of euphoria for what seemed like forever. Finally, somebody moved, and the spell was broken.
We eventually got cleaned up and, after dressing in my own clothes, it was time to go. As we said our good-byes Francis said, after a side glance at Claude, “we’re going to the hunting cabin in a few weeks for spring cleanup. We could have some more fun there if you want?” With that I left, Claude giving me a ride home. Well, close to home as I needed to walk a bit, processing what just happened and the cabin invitation. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of the latter and wondered what I was becoming.