It had to happen eventually, the military owning our lives. Carl was sent across the country for a month of training. Of course, I wondered what was going to happen to the Breakfast Club. But the day after telling me about the trip, Carl surprised me, “I think it would be OK if you kept having breakfast with Lydia and Frank.”
To be sure exactly what he was including in breakfast, I replied, “Thanks. That’s nice. But …”
He had read my mind, “Everything. I want them to take care of you. Someday, it will work out the other way around. … Someday. … If you want, that is.”
“I suppose,” I replied, still not sure what to make of this idea. “Maybe. … If it’s OK with them.”
We had just made love when this came up. Then a frightening thought occurred to me, “Who’s going to take care of you?”
I was relieved when he made a gesture signifying masturbation. I just hoped that was true. But I don’t know what I was thinking when I suddenly said, “Well, if you meet someone.” Was I that comfortable with being this open? Time would tell.
Of course, after a few seconds to get over the surprise, Lydia and Frank said, “Sure. Why not?” I could think of a hundred reasons why not, but those weren’t under consideration.
The next Sunday morning, I found myself alone with Lydia and Frank at their place. Frank had jeans on. Lydia was still in her nightie. I had nothing under my red tie-waisted skirt and white lacy blouse. It seemed awkward as we ate pancakes and bacon. We hardly said a word. But Lydia and I ganged up on Frank as he washed the dishes. By the time he closed the dishwasher door, his clothes were on the floor, and his hard cock was swinging freely as he moved about. We turned him around and pushed him against the counter.
Lydia and I knelt in front of him with Frank’s cock between our faces. I don’t think either one of us had thought about what to do. I had no education from threesome porn to guide me. So, we both wrapped fingers around his shaft and started stroking. Then Lydia pointed it at my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it. She rubbed the exposed length with her fingers as I slid my mouth down. He began fucking motions while I bobbed my head to take it in and out. Frank was grunting with each stroke and managed to play with all four boobs. Lydia stood so Frank could find her cunt with his fingers. When the fingers went in, she moaned in harmony with Frank’s sounds. Then it was Lydia’s turn to take him in her mouth. I stood up to make my own cunt available. We were all loving this, but an unspoken agreement seemed to be for him to hold off cumming until he was in a pussy, mine to be exact.
We all wandered into their bedroom. We two girls got on our knees on the bed in front of Frank. “Look at these amazing pussies,” he exclaimed. When he licked each pussy, he fingered the other. Both girls were cumming when Frank shoved his cock into me. He fucked me through a huge orgasm but still didn’t cum. Then he was in Lydia. I watched her head jolt forward next to me each time he slammed her.
Lydia made him stop before he came and pushed him over onto his back. That was my opportunity to straddle his thighs and slide forward until his tip was under my opening. I rubbed it back and forth in my slit, especially against my clit. He reached over and put his hand between Lydia’s legs. He stroked her there for a bit but then tugged her knee across his chest. She got the message and straddled him facing away from me. She edged forward until her pussy was at his mouth. This was too much for me. I held his cock at my opening and dropped down.
I started riding him. Lydia’s hips rolled forward and back as he licked her. I reached around her from behind to grab her boobs with my hands. She leaned her head back. We kissed. We tongued. Pounding cock, three tongues playing, pussies gushing, groans and moans and screams echoing, we all were ready to cum. Frank sent jet after jet into my depths. Lydia’s pussy squirted his face. My body convulsed over his cock. We kept it up until Frank’s cock fell out.
The whole triangle fell sideways on the bed, gasping. We arranged ourselves so both girls could kiss Frank. He delighted himself turning back and forth between one pair of lips and then the other. Down below, we started playing with his slimy organ trying to bring it back. He groped between our legs.
When he was ready, Lydia laid on her side with her knees up to her chest. Also on his side, Frank pushed into her from behind. I laid on my side facing Lydia with one knee up in the air and the other leg stretched out. Frank rested his head on my thigh and started licking my clit. His fingers fucked me as his thrusts slammed Lydia’s vagina. Both of us girls came quickly. Lydia got on her knees and Frank followed, still inside her. Once again, I didn’t know what to do, so I stood up. I so much wanted to give his tongue access to my bootie. It occurred to me to stand in front of him with feet on each side of Lydia’s back. Frank helped my balance and got my cunt closer by reaching around to my ass. His tongue reached my clit and went back to work. I held his head to keep from falling over. His and my juices ran down over his hand as his fingers jammed up inside me, timed with the fucking that was pounding Lydia’s cervix. Lydia started to cum. I started to cum. I held on for dear life as my knees lost their strength. Frank’s uncontrolled exhales blew over my mound as he emptied his second load into his gasping wife.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes.” Lydia screamed. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He kept pounding even after his last shot went in. I fell forward over his shoulder, exhausted. He pulled his fingers out and plopped out of Lydia’s vagina.
We untangled our threesome. As I was arranging myself, I saw a white blob emerge from Lydia’s hole. I used a sheet to wipe off my own mess. Out of breath, the three of us landed on our backs with Frank in the middle. We gently caressed each other’s sloppy sex until we fell asleep.
I awoke half an hour later. Frank was between my legs, holding his cock at my opening. Lydia was still asleep. I wrapped my legs around him as he entered my now crusty cunt. We fucked silently until he filled me once again. With so much activity, his arousal didn’t go away. He freed himself from my legs and crawled between Lydia’s legs. She awoke when he entered her. I pretended to be asleep, listening to his balls slapping her butt cheeks and her voice murmuring quietly. She didn’t want to wake me, unaware of my faking.
Our threesome antics continued into the afternoon. We quit when I complained about being sore. ‘Til Carl came home, we got together every time we could, including on a Wednesday afternoon before Frank went off for a late shift.
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When Carl came home, I told him all about our latest Breakfast Club adventures. He was amazed and envious.
Anyway, after we had just had sex, I had to find out how he took care of himself. I’ll admit, I was nervous about the possible answers – a lover, a whore, porn, another man?
“Remember how you said, ‘If you meet someone’?” Carl said.
“Yeah. I suppose,” I replied. I thought, “Oh, Carl, I can see where this is headed.”
He continued, “Yeah. I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to take that seriously, but alone, halfway across the country, I guess things felt differently. A lot of us were hitting local bars every chance we got. I started to get friendly with another officer, same rank as me. We talked a lot about our families – she’s married, too – and backgrounds. The others did, too, but somehow, as often as not, I ended up next to her in the bar.
One night, after the crowd at the bar broke up and got into taxis headed back to the base, we ended up nearly drunk in the same one. Out of the blue, she looked over at me and whispered, ‘I’m so horny.’ I answered, ‘Me too.’ It took a moment for me to get the message, “Do you want …” She said ‘Yes’ before I even finished the question. I asked the driver if she thought the motel we passed had rooms available.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say but, “What is her name?”
“Chloe,” he replied. “Chloe Abrams, like the tank.” He continued, “I got a key to the room at the desk. Chloe waited outside out of view, it was embarrassing nonetheless. I’m sure the clerk had us figured out.”
“Oh god. I guess you should tell me about her.”
“She’s a blonde, though with a military woman’s shorter haircut, she isn’t a Marilyn Monroe blonde.”
“And?”
“Nice tits, which I saw when we took our clothes off. And a nice bush, a lot darker than her hair, but still, she was once a natural blonde. Do you really want to hear this?”
“I guess I have to. So, you fucked her?”
“Yeah, of course. We both asked ‘Are you sure?’ She said she never cheated before, but maybe her husband had. I told her we were more open but didn’t tell her about the Breakfast Club.”
“Oh god, I know what I said. I’m so sorry. You can go on, though.”
“I know. She liked giving and receiving oral. And she said she had an IUD. She really wanted me to fuck her. I did just that. I came inside her. She started weeping. I said I should get us another taxi. ‘No,’ she said. ‘Fuck me again.’ We fucked for two more hours before we got that taxi.”
“Only that time?”
“There was a weekend.”
We lay there silently for a few minutes. Then we made love again.
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When Frank had to leave for a couple weeks, it was Carl’s turn to romp with me and Lydia. A lot of the same as I already told you.
But better yet were the two weeks when Lydia had to go help her mother move into assisted living.
That Sunday, it was their turn to host breakfast. Of course, Frank was home alone when we knocked on their door. I threw my arms around him and started kissing. “I hope you haven’t started cooking,” I gushed. I was wearing my little black dress, heels and, as he discovered when his hand found my dripping pussy, nothing else, not even shoes. I was so excited about being the center of attention in a new threesome. Carl and I had already talked this through.
Still near the door, I dragged Frank’s silk pajama bottoms – yes, he was also looking forward to today’s romp – to the floor. We pushed him back and laid him down on the carpet. His cock was still getting ready but was firm enough that, when I knelt over him with knees on each side, I was able to urge that wonderful organ into my cunt.
Carl was standing beside us. He pulled the dress over my head, threw off his shirt, and lowered his jeans and boxers. I took his firming cock in my mouth. He took my breast in his hand and tweaked my nipple with his thumb. I was rubbing my pussy around in circles to encourage Frank’s cock and let it stroke different parts of my vagina. What a great feeling, a man’s shaft swelling to its full erection inside me, especially Frank’s. Carl’s was also responding as I sucked hard on it, squeezed the base with my fingers, and played with my tongue. Frank’s hands found my clit and my other tit. When the boys were totally engorged, I started riding Frank and slurping in and out on Carl.
My orgasm built in waves as Frank teased my clit and I pounded hard on his cock. My moans were muffled by the mouthful of Carl. I had attacked the boys so fast that they hadn’t been able to concentrate on holding on. Carl was grunting loudly as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be long. Frank’s grunts were not muffled by anything, either. He was arching his back to push up as far as he could as I rode him. Soon the first burst of Carl’s cum hit my throat. An “Oh God” from Frank came with the first jet against my cervix. My orgasm was so strong, I almost lost Carl’s shaft. At one point, I came completely off Frank’s cock. It squirted my labia before Frank held it for me to drop back on it. Then the familiar feeling of cum slithering between his shaft and my vagina walls. I grabbed Carl’s cock out of my mouth and let the hot cum hit my eyes before I took it back in my mouth for the final releases.
The riding continued until Frank’s cock folded to one side, unable to push up when I dropped on it. I let Carl’s limp organ go from my mouth. Naked, we headed to the kitchen where English muffins were getting cold on the toaster oven. I used a couple napkins to make a halfhearted effort to clean myself. We spread cream cheese and jelly on the muffins as the boys exclaimed, “Awesome!”, “Fucking amazing!”, “Shit yeah!”, and I just smiled from ear to ear with my fingers between my legs. “You boys sure know how to fuck a girl,” I finally said.
After swallowing the last bit of my toast, I moved over to sit on Frank’s lap, facing him on his chair. We kissed as I groped his cock to full height. “Let’s not do the eggs yet. I’m still too horny. We need the bed,” I suggested. Before we headed there, I went to Carl and sat the same way. “Remember what we talked about,” I reminded him.
I laid on my back on the bed with my knees up. Both boys kissed my thighs all over. Then they sucked my labia. Frank licked my clit first, then Carl did. As often happens, when they tried to finger my pussy, I was dry after the earlier fun. I handed Frank my bottle of KY. He over-did it, soaking my tits, my lips, my love hole, even my butt hole, and yeah, onto the sheet. Things felt a lot better as they sucked my tits and took turns fingering and tonguing both insides. I took the bottle back and slathered their organs as I gave them simultaneous well-lubricated strokes.
My own orgasm struck. “That’s the best,” Frank exclaimed as he watched me cum.
Carl fell onto his back, which was our agreed-upon cue. I straddled him facing away and held his tip at my butt hole. The Breakfast Club had experimented with anal sex before, but we girls could only tolerate Carl’s cock. He was happy to service, or should I say, take advantage of both of us that way. I eased my anus down on Carl’s shaft, past the discomfort and into the satisfying depths, and leaned way back.
With wide open legs and Carl’s balls resting on my butt cheeks, I looked at Frank and pointed at my KY’ed pussy. “Come,” I said. “Fuck me.”
Frank got the message and moved in. I held his tip at my opening. He pushed it in. There it was. For the first time in my life, two cocks inside me down below. “Oh god yes, yes,” I exclaimed as they both started thrusting. So weird, two cocks going in and out in uncoordinated strokes. Two pairs of balls, slapping away. It was hard for me to contribute to the thrusts, so I just stayed there arching my back and letting my pleasure build into another orgasm. At some point, they started alternating their thrusts, cunt, anus, cunt, anus. So much better. I came twice more. Frank and then Carl erupted inside me during the last one.
When it was over and we laid on the bed cuddling, I suggested, “We’d better take a shower.” I wasn’t pleased with the aromas from Frank’s sex and my hand that had stroked him. The three of us crammed into the shower. The boys delighted in soaping my entire body, but especially my tits and pussy. It was fun washing them off, too. I felt warm gel run down one leg. I turned and leaned over against the wall. The boys took turns fucking me from behind, vaginally that is. I was too sore to let them use the other place. Carl came first. Then Frank. When we stepped out, everything was leaking out. I grabbed a washcloth and tried to contain it all.
We got dressed. I had undies in my bag. Frank put on jeans and a shirt and started to make scrambled eggs with onions and cheese mixed in. They were delicious. We added another round of English muffins, juice and coffee and talked about what we liked about the morning’s play. It was pretty much everything. That was getting us going again. Under table toes against my legs and all.
I sat on Carl’s lap again, facing him like before. I hiked up the dress and pulled my panties aside. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Frank came over with his cock out as well. Carl used his to tease my labia and then my clit. I took Frank’s in my mouth and maneuvered so Carl could enter me. Frank eased the straps off my shoulder and took a tit in his mouth. We fucked like that for a while, but it was getting awkward. I pushed some dishes aside and hopped up near the end of the table. Carl held my legs up and slammed into me. Frank got his cock into my mouth again and reached for my tit and pussy. A heavenly orgasm swept over me. Frank decided to blow his wad all over my tits and face. Carl let go inside but pulled out and made a mess of my cunt and panties.
We got back in bed yet again. With the help of more KY, we did it again.
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A couple weeks later, when Lydia was home, I was having my period. I stood back and watched the boys treat her to another threesome, including the double penetration.
The next afternoon, when Lydia got together with me for our regular lovemaking, I asked her if she and Frank had discussed having babies. They had.
At sex that night, I whispered to Carl, “Let’s start a baby, honey.”
I had my implant removed, and they took out Lydia’s IUD. The Breakfast Club had to stop swapping. It was like we started out. There could be no confusion about fatherhood. I missed my next period. Lydia got pregnant two months later.
