Bang Up

by Jeff Strand

  She desperately wanted to fulfill her two-hot-men-at-once fantasy, but she wouldn't have walked out the door if Kirk had refused to go along with it. She would've watched Skip depart, feeling forlorn, and then stripped off her clothes and rode Kirk like she was trying to break through to the apartment below. Julie was here to get well-laid, and though this was the dream scenario, the fantasy scenario, the "oh my freaking God I must have saved a few dozen kids from a burning orphanage in a previous life to receive this glorious reward!" scenario, she would have accepted one-on-one sex with Kirk if necessary.

  She was glad it wasn't necessary.

  She felt a little bad about the blackmail, but it wasn't really blackmail, and she also had to admit to herself that she didn't actually feel all that bad about it. This was a win-win-win situation. Despite his misgivings, she was confident that Kirk would look back at this as an afternoon well spent.

  Kirk and Skip just stood there, each jaw slightly open, as if unsure how to proceed.

  She extended a hand to each of them. "C'mere."

  They both stepped forward and took her hand. It was a surprisingly graceful move, with both of them touching her at the exact same moment, and it was a promising sign that things might be equally graceful when Kirk was fucking her from behind while she went down on Skip. Or vice-versa. No, and vice-versa.

  She turned to Kirk first, because he had dibs, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Then she turned to Skip and did the same. It was the fastest she'd ever kissed two men sequentially, and that counted the pecks on the cheek she got at her wedding. She liked it. She liked it a lot. She expected to like a great deal about this afternoon.

  When she turned back to Kirk, she kissed him with a little more passion. Still no tongue and not a lingering kiss, but harder than before. Then she turned back to Skip and did the same thing. Skip was an extremely good kisser, which was a relief, because though she was prepared to send Skip away if his skills were insufficient, she didn't want to.

  She continued trading kisses, getting more intense each time. It was more exciting than she could have ever imagined, and when she'd imagined this (approximately every other night for the entirety of her adult life) it had been really freaking exciting. And then—victory!—Skip kissed the back of her neck as she kissed Kirk on the lips. This was what it was all about. Now it was time for their tongues to come into play; she made out with Kirk as Skip kissed her neck and ears.

  What she really wanted was for the two guys to suddenly discover their bisexual tendencies and start making out themselves, but she was 99.9% sure that would not happen, and she sure as hell wasn't going to risk messing this up with even subtle nudges in that direction. She was content to stick to being the center of attention and save her viewing of hot guy/guy action for her laptop computer with the private browsing function turned on.

  She turned her head, hoping that Kirk would take over Skip's role as the neck/ear stimulator. He did. She then made out with Skip, who was superb to make out with, despite a bit of pizza breath. That was okay—she liked pizza.

  Julie slid her hands down each of their chests, past the waistline of their pants, and down a bit further to check on the status of their arousal. Skip was already fully erect, unless his penis was so large that it felt fully erect at half-mast. That was probably too much to hope for, so she'd assume that there was little or no growth potential left. Kirk wasn't there yet. He wasn't at a "just got out of the pool" level, but he was nowhere near his previous glory. That was no problem at all. They'd only gotten started.

  Skip moved away from her lips, and she now had a guy kissing each side of her neck. It was amazing. Everybody should try it. She literally had no complaints about the sensation she was feeling at this moment. She tilted her head back and let out a soft moan as the men gave her neck all of the attention that she agreed it deserved, and then moved down to her shoulders.

  She swiveled around to kiss Kirk on the lips, and Skip began to kiss the shoulder that Kirk had previously been kissing. This was good. She didn't want them establishing territory.

  Julie almost dropped to her knees, but decided that she wasn't done with her own pleasure quite yet. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the floor. The men gazed at her chest with great interest. As if they'd rehearsed it, one hand went to each breast. Julie reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and let it drop to the floor next to her blouse. It landed on her foot, and when she tried to kick it away, the strap caught on to her toe. She kicked a couple of times to dislodge it, but that didn't work. She decided that this was not a problem that needed to be solved at this particular moment, and returned her attention to the fact that each man was kissing one of her breasts.

  It was mind-boggling how good this felt. It simply wasn't the kind of sensation you could experience if there were only two people in the bedroom. She'd had both of her breasts teased simultaneously, of course, but not with lips. That wasn't possible unless the pleasure-giver had a freakishly wide mouth, like some nightmarish cartoon character that shouldn't be going anywhere near a woman's boobs.

  "Don't be gentle with them," she said.

  The men switched from kissing to licking.

  One of Julie's legs almost buckled beneath her, but she kept her balance. She ran each of her hands through their hair, not holding their heads in place but making it clear that she was happy to have them there.

  The men, working as an excellent team, switched from licking to sucking.

  Her other leg started having problems doing its job of keeping her upright. She'd have to move to a horizontal position soon, though not before...

  She cried out and her knees painfully smacked together as she came.

  Kirk and Skip stopped sucking her nipples.

  "Did you just come?" Skip asked.

  Julie nodded.

  "From that?"

  She nodded again.

  "Did you know about this ability?" Skip asked Kirk.

  "Yep."

  "Wow."

  "I know, right?"

  "I didn't tell you to stop," Julie politely informed them.

  The men resumed sucking on her nipples.

  In many ways, women got the short end of the stick as far as biology was concerned. Menstruation, obviously. Peeing was less convenient. She had not personally experienced childbirth but all available evidence indicated that men got a far better deal in the production of a new life. But there was one great big way in which women had the biological advantage: multiple orgasms.

  The second one didn't take long to arrive.

  The men again seemed impressed. Julie wasn't sure if they thought it was her sensitivity, or if they'd decided that they were the best nipple-suckers in the known universe. (They were very good, but it was her sensitivity.)

  She definitely wasn't going to be able to stand up much longer. However, she also wasn't ready to lie on the bed. Instead, she dropped to her knees.

  It was time to get these gentlemen rock-hard. No, diamond-hard.

  Some women viewed blowjobs as a necessary evil. Julie was not one of them. It wasn't her favorite sexual act (for example, it ranked behind receiving oral sex herself) but she thoroughly enjoyed doing it. And having two erections at face-level was a big part of her threesome fantasy.

  She ran one hand over each available crotch. Skip was still nice and firm, and Kirk was doing better. It was quite clear that Kirk, though wonderfully endowed, was going to remain the smaller of the two even when he'd reached his full magnificence. She hoped this didn't upset him. Somebody had to have the smaller dick. There was no shame in it. Maybe Skip would have a weird curve or something to even it out.

  Julie was extremely interested in viewing the behemoth, so she unbuttoned Skip's jeans. Then she thought better of it. She didn't want Kirk to see that while he was still only sporting a semi. That could make the blood flow reverse. Instead, she'd give Kirk the majority of her attention until he was at full mast.

  She unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged
Kirk's pants down to his knees. Then she pulled down his boxer shorts and took him into her mouth. When she glanced up at him, he had his head back and she assumed his eyes were closed. She wasn't sure if Skip was watching this. She hoped he was.

  Kirk might have been nervous and uncomfortable, but there was no erectile dysfunction going on. His penis grew and grew in her mouth until it had become the friendly fellow she'd met a couple of days ago. She pulled her mouth away, gave it a kiss on the tip, and then spun around toward Skip.

  He'd already tugged his own pants down to his knees. His white briefs were straining. Julie didn't want them to get stretched out and require Skip to purchase a new pair, so she pulled them down. His penis did not make a boi-yoi-yoing sound when it popped free, but it did wobble up and down like a diving board.

  "Size doesn't matter" was a reasonable slogan, she supposed, but she was happier to see an enormous cock before her. Again, she had absolutely no complaints about Kirk's equipment, none whatsoever, it was amazing, top-notch, five stars out of five. That said...goddamn.

  It was not so large that she couldn't get her lips around it, but she most definitely would not be deep-throating Skip. She wouldn't survive the experience and she didn't want Skip and Kirk to call in a fixer.

  She gave him a few generous mouth strokes, then kept her hand on Skip while switching her mouth over to Kirk. After Kirk got a few superb sucks, she switched back to Skip. And then back to Kirk. Though she didn't keep a tally of the number of times her head moved back and forth before switching partners, she was confident that all involved would consider it a fair and just process.

  She kept this up for quite a while. Neither guy seemed to be in any hurry for the activity to end, and neither seemed ready to pop early. This might be her only opportunity to give alternating blowjobs like this, so she didn't want to reflect back upon the experience and think, "Gosh, how I wish I'd sucked their cocks a while longer!"

  Julie really wanted both of them in her mouth at once. They might go for that in the heat of the moment, or they might object to their penises rubbing against each other, which was bound to happen if they shared real estate in her mouth. She thought she could probably separate their penises with her tongue but it wasn't something she could guarantee. Their wieners might touch. There was no way around it.

  Better to save that part of the fantasy for another time.

  She filled each of her hands with an erection and looked up at the men. "Time to move to the bed," she informed them.

  They did not object.

  19

  Julie was on her hands and knees, with Skip in her mouth while Kirk thrust into her from behind. She found it quite pleasant. It was definitely not the best oral sex she'd ever performed; Julie found it difficult to concentrate with Kirk pounding away at her in a frenzy, and the motion of her body wasn't quite matching up with the smooth motions that made for a quality blowjob. Plus she kept having to stop to gasp for breath. Skip didn't seem to mind.

  Kirk was not fucking like a man who was unhappy to be here. If anything, he was even more passionate than he'd been when it was just the two of them. She wasn't sure he was even aware of how loud he was moaning.

  * * *

  Oh, shit, am I moaning too loud? thought Kirk. He believed that men should have a lower volume level than women in these situations. But he was completely losing himself in the experience.

  His arc during the threesome thus far had been:

  1. I really don't want to do this. I will, to make sure Julie doesn't leave my apartment, but I'm not going to enjoy it very much if at all.

  2. Okay, this isn't so bad. The kissing is as great as I remember from a couple of days ago. I guess I'm not as possessive as I would've thought since it doesn't bother me to see her kissing Skip.

  3. This is actually pretty cool. Look at how she's reacting when we each take a nipple. I'm loving the way she's loving this. I'm not saying I'd necessarily rush out to repeat it, but, yeah, this is fun.

  4. Goddamn this is hot. Look at what's happening right here in front of me! Oh my freaking God. This is awesome. Working together, we're going to bring her to heights of ecstasy she's never imagined. Teamwork!

  5. Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, yes. [Unintelligible.] Sooooo good. So so so good. Best day ever. Never wanna stop. Oh, shit, better stop or I'm gonna come.

  "We should trade," said Kirk, proud of his generous spirit.

  He pulled out. For a moment he thought he was too late, that the spew was forthcoming with or without his blessing, but he kept himself under control. He removed the empty condom and tossed it onto the floor.

  Skip lay on his back and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He had a bit of trouble tearing the wrapper open, and Kirk almost offered to help him, but he didn't want things to get weird. Skip tore the wrapper open on the third try and unrolled the condom over his penis. Julie, who was clearly not shy, was already hovering over him before he even unrolled it to the bottom. This spoke to both Julie's level of enthusiasm and the long distance Skip's condom needed to unroll.

  Kirk didn't mind that Skip had a bigger dick. He would've expected that to be a point of concern, but it really didn't bother him at all. It wasn't as if Skip had a King Kong schlong and Kirk had a cute wee little giggle-worthy micro-phallus. Both dicks were impressive. Skip's was simply a bit larger. No big deal.

  Julie slid down Skip's shaft while looking directly at Kirk. She bounced a few times, then beckoned for Kirk to get closer. He crawled over and sat next to her. She twisted around and lowered her head to his lap, but changed her mind and sat up.

  "That's not comfortable," she said. "Stand up."

  Kirk stood up on the bed. Now Julie only had to swivel her body a bit to have Kirk's groin in a convenient location. She took him into her mouth while continuing to ride Skip.

  If Skip were to look up, he'd get a very clear, very close view of Kirk's testicles. Kirk supposed it was up to him if that visual image was something he needed in his life. Skip's full attention was on Julie's breasts, but it seemed less like he was trying to avoid glancing at Kirk's balls and more like he was extremely pleased to have her breasts in his face.

  * * *

  Skip glanced up and saw Kirk's balls right there.

  Oh well. It was bound to happen.

  Though he was a large and moderately attractive man, Skip didn't have a lot of sex due to ongoing issues with his social skills. If he approached a woman in a bar, the conversation would start off well, and then he'd spoil it by sharing the story of how he thought (mistakenly) that he got his girlfriend in college pregnant and vowed never to have sex again. It wasn't a particularly amusing anecdote, and it certainly didn't get the ladies in the mood (even with his "oh, but I got over it" assurance at the end). He knew deep in his heart that he should retire this from his rotation of anecdotes, but for some reason he found himself continually starting the story instead of complimenting a woman's eyes.

  So when Julie made the invite/demand, there was no way Skip was going to pass up this opportunity. It was less awkward than he would've expected considering that there were two naked dudes in the same bed and he'd tried to kill Kirk earlier.

  He hoped Kirk didn't mind that he had a bigger dick.

  He glanced away from Kirk's balls and returned his attention to Julie's breasts.

  She was not gentle as she rode him. Pretty much from the very beginning she'd dispelled any illusion that this might be a tender, romantic threeway. No "making love" in this bedroom. Skip supposed that the fact that she was cheating on her murderous husband might have had something to do with the lack of amour.

  After six minutes and thirty seconds (Skip had a weird ability to keep track of time in his head even when distracted by a naked woman riding him, a skill he'd never been able to utilize for profit) he realized that if she kept this up for another thirty seconds it was all over for him. He tapped Kirk on the knee.

  "What was that for?" Kirk asked.

  "I'm tagging out."


  "Oh."

  After condoms were redistributed, Kirk mounted Julie and had sex with her in missionary position, which didn't really leave anywhere for Skip to go where he wouldn't be intrusive. So he simply watched for a while. When they switched again, Skip got his turn at doggy-style. This was his favorite position because it allowed him to basically just stare at a woman's ass in a socially acceptable manner. In fact, because Kirk was on the other side of her receiving a blowjob, it was polite to focus all of his attention on her ass. It was the proper way to behave. It was kind and considerate.

  * * *

  Julie hoped Skip was enjoying his view of her ass. She put a lot of work into making it an ass worth seeing.

  That said, she was starting to get tired. Marathon sex sessions weren't really part of her lifestyle and though she tried to breathe through her nose as much as possible it was challenging to keep her oxygen intake at the proper level. She needed a break.

  Julie pulled her mouth away from Kirk's penis. "You guys ready to finish up this round?" she asked.

  She kind of wanted both of them to come on her. It seemed like a slutty porn star way for things to end, and though she didn't see herself as the slutty porn star type, she wanted to give it a try just this one time.

  "Works for me," said Skip. Kirk just grunted.

  "I want you to..."

  Julie trailed off, unable to bring herself to say what she wanted out loud. Which was crazy. She hadn't been shy about expressing anything else she wanted today. Skip was still fucking her from behind and Kirk's hard-on was pressed against the side of her face, so why was she suddenly demure about their orgasm location?

  She moved her hips forward, pulling away from Skip, and then rolled onto her back, hoping they'd get the idea.

  They both looked confused.

  Julie patted her belly.

  They got it. Skip removed his condom and tossed it over the side of the bed, earning a mild glare from Kirk, and then they scooted into the proper position and began to stroke their (own) cocks.