The academic year was finally ending. For the past few weeks, Pete, Sam, and I had simply been too busy with projects and term papers to engage in the suck-and-fuck sexssions that we had enjoyed earlier in the year.
Just two days before we were all to pack up and move home for the summer, I headed over to their place for some fun. Our favorite position – and I have no fucking idea what to call it! – was one in which Sam and I would get into a side-by-side sixty-nine, and then Pete would lift one of my legs and angle himself into my rectal reception hall. We had learned to do this with me on my right side, so that Pete’s leftward-curving staff would graze my prostate. This would cause me to feed Sam a gooey, tasty treat.
After we finished a round of that, we were all down to simply fuck. I had learned that Pete was mostly a top, which was nice because he had a great dick to be fucked with, and Sam was more of a bottom, which was also great because his dick was too thick to enter me comfortably. That often left me, apparently the versatile one, as the meat in the sandwich, which is, of course, the best position.
Sam bent over the couch, I came in and filled him from behind, and then Pete came in and plugged me. We went for a few glorious minutes, our three bodies fucking in a wondrously disjointed train, and the feeling of getting it both ways made me climax first.
Since I was now flaccid, I got out of the way, and we rearranged ourselves. Sam hadn’t gotten as much cock stimulation so far and was nowhere near climax. Maybe I could have given him some reacharound earlier, instead of having him just rub his meat on the couch cushion. It was a travesty that I’d ignored his wonderful short-but-thick member.
Guzzling his emission would make up for this omission, though, and in spectacular facefucking fashion. I lay back on the couch and dangled my head backward over the edge, inviting Sam to squeeze between my lips. Pete, having removed his unit from my ass, freshly reinserted it into Sam’s. Peering over Sam’s shoulder to watch him screw my mouth got Pete too hot, though, causing him to last only a few more seconds before ejaculating into Sam’s other end.
Sam continued to plow his gorgeous chub in and out of my mouth, while I did my best to stimulate it with my tongue as it plunged in and out. I loved every second of it – and there were a lot of seconds of it. The skullpounding seemed to have gone on for at least five minutes.
I cupped his balls, massaging them ever-so-lightly, and he finally tensed up. I again felt the delicious sensation of that lovely penis (and attached balls) pulsing and flexing as he filled my mouth with one of the biggest loads I’ve ever swallowed. I guess he enjoyed it as much as I did!
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So here we were, coming off this high – me still lying on the couch drooling semen, Sam’s red fireplug of a cock inches away from my face, and Pete standing naked right behind him – when Mark, their third roommate, walked into the apartment.
Shit! I wasn’t sure whether he’d had any previous knowledge of the activities between the other three of us, or whether he’d approve. But now he saw everything.
Still, he didn’t miss a beat. Just walked right into his room and closed the door.
We hurriedly got dressed. Mark came back out and said, “Hey, I need to talk to you guys about something. You too, Joe.”
Oh fuck, what could this possibly be about that it would involve me? Was he upset by what he’d just seen? Or, did he feel excluded and want to join in? In that case, would his girlfriend, Fiona, like to watch? She was pretty damned hot in my book, all jiggly curves and flowing, fiery red hair. Anyway, I had no idea where this could be heading.
“Listen up, guys. I would like your help with something.”
We waited a moment before he continued, “Okay … well, all right. This involves sex, which you fuckers are obviously open about, so let me just get right to it. Despite what I just witnessed, you all still like women, right?”
We all nodded vigorously, but also exchanged puzzled glances with each other.
“Good. So, as you know, Fiona’s done with her program and going back home to Ireland in a couple of days. We have had a great time together, but there’s always been one problem. This is kind of embarrassing, so bear with me, but … damn, I’ve gotta ask this favor. For her. Okay, the thing is … well, I just can’t make her come. I mean, I’m super glad she doesn’t fake it, but I still wish I could somehow make it happen for her. We can go at it to where I come two or three times in a night, and I can get her pretty close, to where she’s bouncing off the walls and right there at the edge, but no matter how long I try to delay coming myself, I just can’t hold out long enough to get her over the mountain.”
I ventured, “So … you’re saying she needs more … stimulation … than one guy can give her?”
He pointed at me. “Yes. Exactly. It’s going to take more than one cock to give her that orgasm I really want her to have before she goes home.”
“Ahhh,” said the three of us simultaneously as we grasped the problem. And the solution.
I’ve since come to suspect why men so often have a hard time lasting long enough to satisfy a woman. It’s simply that women’s beautiful bodies weren’t really made to be serviced by only one man. Anthropologists who’ve had first contact with non-hierarchical, pre-agricultural tribal groups have found this again and again, on every continent. Group sex is normal for our species. It’s what we innately want, because it literally brought us all into existence. So even Sam, Pete and I didn’t know all that consciously at the time, we all instantly understood on an instinctual level what Mark was asking.
Sam asked, “So … you want us to take turns doing her? Like … a gangbang?”
“Yes, that is what it’s commonly called. And the damned thing is, it’s like her deepest, darkest fantasy, servicing multiple guys and being the center of attention while they take their turns with her. As long as you aren’t degrading her.” Again, although few women would ever admit it to anyone, sex researchers who’ve asked under truly anonymous conditions have found this to be the most common female sexual fantasy.
Pete responded next. “I think I can speak for all three of us. None of us has been with a woman in a long time. I’m sure we’d all love to ‘help out,'” he said, making quote marks with his fingers. More sincerely, he inquired, “But are you really sure you’re okay with it? And she is okay with it?”
“Yeah, she wants to do this. more than you can imagine, but you know how shy she is. She won’t want to talk to you about it. I mean, it was hard enough getting her to just talk about it with me, and it’s taken weeks to get to where she’s really up for it. So we have to be really discreet. She could easily get cold feet and back out.”
Sam went, “So, how do you want to do this? Wait … first: when do you want to do this? There’s hardly any time left.”
“Well, it’s late, and she’s already gone home for the night. Plus, you guys look kinda fucked out.” We exchanged sheepish grins. “So tomorrow night is our only real window.”
He continued, “As for how, here’s what’s going to go down. I’m taking her out to a nice restaurant for a goodbye dinner. We come back here somewhere around eight o’clock. I need you guys not to be in the living room. No eye contact, no talking to her, or she’ll spook. We have to completely pretend it isn’t happening until I get her worked up and in the mood. Then, by the time I’ve really got her revved up for this, I might be about ready to come. So you all need to be ready to dash into the room on a second’s notice.”
I spoke for the group. “No problem. We’ll hang out in Sam’s room,” which was next to Mark’s.
“Okay, good. But no playing with each other, guys! I don’t know if you should even talk about sex. Watch a baseball game or talk about the weather in England or something. I need you all to have maximum lasting power.”
We agreed to that.
“All right, so once Fiona and I start actually screwing, I’m going to take it slow, try to build her up, and last as long as I can. Then, once I’m close to coming, I’m going to bang on the wall three times. That’s the signal for the first one of you to come in and replace me. Just one of you, initially. All three walking in at once might freak her out.”
We all nodded our understanding.
“But be ready! If I come and there isn’t someone to replace me, she might come down, and we have to start all over again.”
More nods.
“Whichever of you is with her first, you do the same thing. Go as long as you can last. When you do sense yourself getting close to coming, pound on the wall three times so the next guy can come in. And repeat, until you’re all in the room and have done it with her. Don’t leave after you come, just stay there and stroke yourselves next to the bed, just like in the pornos. Make her feel like she’s the hottest slut in history. That, basically, is the fantasy.”
“And no condoms. She’s on the Pill, and it’s pretty clear you’ve only been fucking each other, so there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. She wants to get filled up with as many guys’ jizz as possible. Things will get sloppy. But it doesn’t look like you boys are bothered by a little cum.
“Also, look … I don’t know how long this is going to take. We might each have to go a couple of times. If someone needs fluffing because he’s already come once and it’s going to be his turn again, then whoever’s free needs to start blowing him hard again. It doesn’t look like any of you has a problem with that, and believe me, Fiona will think that’s hot. No matter what, there’s always got to be a hard dick ready for her, until this is over.
“One last thing: after I have come with her the first time, I’m going to wait and let you three keep taking turns until she’s close to coming. Which, as I said, might take a long time. Once she starts getting close, though, you need to let me back with her. She wants me to be the one to make her come in the end. And so do I.”
Is this fever dream really going to happen? It takes all of my will to not play with myself for the next twenty-four hours. Or even think about sex.
