Keeping It Up with the Joneses

by N. S. Johnson

  She did shout then when the convulsion racked her body. Neither man stopped his thrusting as both her pussy and her ass clenched their cocks. They shoved through her pulsing, which only made the orgasm last longer and hurt really good.

  When she came down, she noted that her ass felt light, but her cunt felt thick and heavy. It took her brain a moment to wrap around the fact that there were now two cocks in her pussy.

  She wasn’t sure if it was the same two men? If the one from her ass had come around front? She couldn’t tell one many apart from the other. Their faces blurred in her vision as the pleasure assaulted her.

  The two men began that tandem, seesawing action inside her tight pussy. She felt the skin down there stretch to accommodate them. Her labia were being torqued and twisted. Both men were long enough to reach her cervix, and she got a continual pounding as one would retreat and another would take his place.

  Having two cocks in her put constant pressure on her G-spot. She felt the pressure building inside her again, this time from a different angle. Their thrusts forced a second orgasm out of her on the heels of the first. This one came with a gush of liquid as her G-spot pulsed, pushing both men out of her as her entire body shook, rattling the cuffs on the hook that held her body.

  She hung, empty, dangling, waiting for the next assault. She took a moment to catch her breath. By the time she exhaled she was hungry for more.

  A cock returned to her ass. This cock was thicker than the first that had been inside her. The first few thrusts burned. A grin lit her face at the sensation as the dick pumped furiously into her, pushing past the resistance, past the pain, until it found her pleasure centers. Then a second cock made its way into her ass.

  Mrs. Jones opened her eyes wide. Her gaze found her husband. His grin was wider than the Cheshire cat’s. She wanted to open her mouth to offer him praise for this gift, to express her love and devotion to him for thinking of such a thing. But anything but a groan or a pant was too much for her vocal chords.

  The double ass penetration set off a new series of sensations inside her. Her legs were held up by a third guy who set about licking her toes. She couldn’t see where the fourth guy had gone, but knew he was near, planning his assault on her.

  One of her penetrators had taken her ass from the front. He moved his dick slowly in and out of her with a hypnotic motion, his rough chest brushing against her sensitized nipples. His hands digging into her hips.

  The guy who took her ass from behind, pumped her vigorously. His hands reached down past his partner’s groin and found her aching clit. He pinched it and he fucked into her ass with hard thrusts that nearly pushed his partner out.

  It was as though Mrs. Jones’ second orgasm had never stopped. The clenching kept going in her groin. The guy at the rear rubbed her clit fast and hard. As if the constant clenching of her pussy wasn’t enough, he was now rewarded with another gush of fluid that coated them all.

  Mrs. Jones’ head dipped as she panted and moaned. She knew the sounds coming out of her mouth were anything but intelligible. And still they kept pumping her. And she kept coming. Or she never stopped coming. She wasn’t sure?

  And then something completely unexpected happened.

  The two cocks stopped pumping in her ass. One retreated and traded places to go into her pussy. She felt herself being lifted a bit higher into the air. She felt her legs being contorted to fit a third body below. The two cocks started again, pumping in her ass and pussy, one fast, one slow. She couldn’t tell which was which. Then a third cock made slow progress into her tight cunt.

  Her mind protested. This should not be possible. Oh, but it was. Slowly that third cock made its way inside her. The third man held his place. The cock in her ass stayed its thrusting. Only the two cocks in her pussy pumped as though she were an oil well. She felt the guiser building inside her. The moment it burst it was as though they’d all hit pay dirt.

  The lubrication spilled, making all three of the cocks’ way easier, and they pumped her, digging deeper, knowing she had more crude liquids to deliver.

  The never ending orgasm that she had been enjoying changed. It became something dark, something twisted. She felt her eyes roll back in her head. She opened her mouth to scream and for a time nothing came out.

  Her gaze found her husband. He was no longer smiling. He sat at the edge of his seat, eyes wide, mouth open, panting. She saw the bulge in his pants. That’s what took her over the top.

  Her body didn’t shake, it didn’t shudder. It melted.

  Her limbs lost any other feeling except the fiery pleasure that skewered her from the inside out. Her bones, as useless as they were being held and strung up, turned to jelly. She couldn’t even hold her head up. It lolled back against the guy who continued to thrust into her from behind.

  She felt the guy thrusting in her ass jerk inside her. His deep moans told her that he was ready to pop. He came for a long time, and then he withdrew.

  The fourth guy remaining took her ass. His pumping brought a new vigor to the fucking, like a substitute coming in the final few minutes of the game. The two in her cunt took the opportunity to pick up their speed.

  They took her roughly now. They didn’t thrust in tandem. They stretched the thin walls of her channels as though they were trying to break through.

  One of the guys in her cunt was the next to fall. And then there were two. The guy pounding in her ass began to slow his pace to take his orgasm.

  All that was left was the guy in her cunt. He thrust slow and deep and hard until he eked one final orgasm from her. Mrs. Jones and the last man standing came together. When his body was rung dry, he backed away from her. She was left dangling from the meat hook. Her entire body had been tenderized.

  Mrs. Jones felt familiar hands on her body. She knew it was him without opening her eyes. He lifted her off the hook and brought her into his arms. He laid her out on a table and began to run a cool cloth over her body.

  She lay there and let him do what he wanted to her, wishing she had the energy to at least suck off the man who gave her the world she wanted to live in. But she didn’t have the energy, and it didn’t matter. This had been for her, her present, as much as he’d enjoyed it too.

  It had been the best present yet. She wondered what he would do to top this next year. And every year after for the rest of their lives.

  The Graduation Party

  All of his friends were at the party. His family too. But Johnny kept casting his glance over at the Joneses’.

  He’d wanted to invite them, but at the same time he didn’t. He didn’t like the idea of Mr. And Mrs. Jones mingling with his grandma and friends. He liked it that the couple, and what they did behind their closed door, were his secret.

  Johnny would be leaving for college in just a few weeks. He’d been looking forward to that day for years. But now he was overwhelmed with nostalgia. And for the first time he knew what that word meant.

  He’d never met people before that understood him like Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Yeah, there was Courtney. And luckily he’d be seeing her around on campus in the fall. But he would miss the Joneses.

  Mrs. Jones and her sweet cunt and crispy cookies. But he’d also miss Mr. Jones. Johnny had had attraction to men all his life. But he’d never considered himself gay.

  He liked the idea of a cock in his mouth or up his ass. But he didn’t want an emotional relationship with a man. He didn’t think he could love another man like he did a girl. But the idea of leaving Mr. Jones left him with an ache in his heart.

  Was he fooling himself? Was he really gay? Had he been masking it with his taste for cunt?

  As his graduation party died down Johnny found himself on the Joneses’ front doorstep.

  “Hey, Johnny,” Mr. Jones said as he opened the door. “How was your graduation party?”

  “It was cool. I would’ve invited you guys but…”

  “Don’t worry about it. It was actually Mrs. Jones’ birthday the other night and she’
s still recovering.”

  “Yeah? What did you get her?”

  “A gang bang.”

  “Oh.”

  “You look like something’s troubling you,” said Mr. Jones. “You wanna come in and talk about it?”

  Mr. Jones shut the door behind Johnny and led him into the living room. Johnny headed for one end of the couch. He assumed Mr. Jones would head to the other. But Mr. Jones opted for the middle seat instead.

  “Have you always been attracted to men?” Johnny went right for the reason he’d come; to help get answers to the mixed up feelings of his dick. “Sexually, I mean?”

  Mr. Jones frowned as he considered the question. “I’ve always liked kinky shit. Fucking a man was kinky, and it felt good.”

  “How do you know you’re not gay?”

  Mr. Jones shrugged. “It’s not a question I’ve ever asked myself. Is it a question you’re asking yourself?”

  Now Johnny shrugged. “I’m going to be leaving in a few weeks. I’m just realizing I’m going to miss Mrs. Jones… and you.”

  “And because you’re going to miss me, you think that makes you gay?”

  “No. Because I want to fuck you makes me think I’m gay.”

  Mr. Jones chuckled. He reached over and patted Johnny on his knee. Then he left his hand there as he spoke. “I don’t think gender identity is about sex. I think sexual preferences are as much emotional as they are physical. I love the taste of cunt, the feel of it. That musky, salty smell makes my dick hard.”

  “Yeah. Me, too.”

  “I also like the taste of cock, the feel of it. That musky, salty smell make my dick hard.”

  “Yeah. Me, too.”

  “Other people will label you,” said Mr. Jones. “While they do that, you worry about what makes you happy, and what makes you feel good.”

  “Yeah.” Johnny nodded.

  “Hey.” Mr. Jones ran his knuckles down Johnny’s cheek. “That feel good?”

  Johnny inhaled. “Yes, Mr. Jones.”

  Mr. Jones reached down and ran his knuckles against Johnny’s crotch. “That feel good?”

  “Yes, Mr. Jones.”

  “See,” he grinned. “You got the hang of this.”

  Johnny chuckled and then he gasped as Mr. Jones leaned in and kissed him. The bristles of his chin brushed against Johnny’s. The sensation heightened Johnny’s awareness.

  “You wanna go to the guest room?”

  “Yes, Mr. Jones.”

  Johnny continued kissing Mr. Jones as they made their way to the other room. Once there, Mr. Jones stripped both of them down. He ran his hands up and down Johnny’s naked body. His hands ended at Johnny’s ass where he parted his cheeks. Between them, their rigid cocks bumped and grinded into each other.

  Mr. Jones reached around and rubbed at Johnny’s asshole, circling it, teasing his way in. His fingertip matched the motion of his tongue in Johnny’s mouth.

  Johnny had to break away to catch his breath. Right after he got a lungful he had to let it out in a groan. Mr. Jones’ upper arm came around Johnny’s back and pulled him closer, into an embrace, while his other fingers continued to coax his ass open. Not much coaxing was needed.

  Mr. Jones pushed two fingertips into Johnny. His tongue trailed down Johnny’s neck, licking at his nipple. Johnny rested his head in the crook of Mr. Jones’ neck.

  Mr. Jones shoved him down on the bed. Johnny bounced onto his back and then onto his side. Mr. Jones rolled him over and found his mouth again. Johnny spread his thighs like the class slut as Mr. Jones kissed him some more.

  Johnny felt Mr. Jones reach for his hand. He held them in his strong grip, and then Johnny felt his hands being shoved above his head. Mr. Jones climbed up his body, boxing him in with both his thighs on either side of Johnny’s ears.

  “Open.”

  Johnny opened his mouth wide, eager to take in that cock.

  Mr. Jones tilted up Johnny’s chin. He took his cock in hand and fed it slowly into Johnny’s mouth. Mr. Jones wrapped a hand around the back of Johnny’s head and guided his motions.

  Mr. Jones pulled his dick slowly out of Johnny’s mouth. Johnny tilted his head up to follow the cock, but Jones gripped the back of his head and held him down.

  Johnny left his tongue out as an offering and Jones ran the length of his cock up and down the tip of Johnny’s tongue, ending with his ball sack parting on the length of Johnny’s tongue. The tip of Jones’ cock poked at Johnny’s nose as Johnny licked, nipped, and suckled the other man’s balls.

  Mr. Jones tilted Johnny’s chin down again and fed him his cock once more. This time he gave Johnny free range of the length, but he bent down and locked both of Johnny’s arms into place with his hands. Rising up on his knees, Jones began to thrust deeply into Johnny’s mouth, down his throat.

  Johnny had deep throated his own cock down his fair share of girls. But he’d always taken care to give them control of the situation. Jones did no such thing. His hips thrust his cock down into Johnny’s throat as he held his arms still over his head.

  Jones groaned above him as he thrust deeper and harder. “Come on, open that mouth.”

  Johnny’s cock was so aroused that the majority of his blood flowed there. The mattress dipped down where his head rested as Jones thrust his body weight forward, leaving Johnny light-headed. He could do nothing but obey. He wanted nothing more than to obey.

  The cock in his mouth, the arms holding him down, it was all exactly what he wanted. The only thing missing was a warm, wet cunt on his dick. Then he’d be in heaven.

  Jones leaned back and lifted Johnny’s head in the cradle of both his palms. He thrust his dick along the top of Johnny’s mouth now, rubbing against the ridges of his teeth.

  Jones reached behind Johnny with one hand and grabbed Johnny’s cock. All thought fled Johnny’s mind. He was just a bundle of nerves and sensations centering on his own cock and the one in his mouth.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  Johnny struggled for words.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Puh -please,” he said around a mouthful of cock.

  Jones flipped Johnny over. Johnny waited for the intrusion of a cock. But instead he felt Jones’ tongue circle his ass. Toy had done this to Johnny a few days ago, and he’d loved it. But there was something about feeling Mr. Jones’ bristles against his inner thighs that made the act even hotter.

  Jones spit against Johnny’s ass. Johnny felt the cool, wet wad land right on his anus. He felt his hole pucker, trying to take in any essence it could get that came from Jones.

  Johnny lifted his head and chanced a glance over his shoulder. The sight of Jones’ head between his ass, the feel of Jones licking and biting his ass would be forever burned in Johnny’s mind as one of the most erotic moments of his life.

  Jones pulled Johnny’s erect cock backwards and stuck it in his mouth. Jonny was torn between the discomfort of having his cock tweaked in an unnatural way and the velvet glory of Jones’ tongue.

  Johnny grunted and panted at the pleasure mixed with pain. Jones introduced the fingers of one hand as he continued to jerk Johnny off with the other. All sense of propriety left Johnny as he collapsed into the mattress from the overwhelming sensations.

  “You wanna feel my cock in your hole?”

  “Puh-please.”

  “You want it hard? Or you want it soft?”

  “I want it as hard as you can go.”

  “You sure? You think you can take it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Johnny heard the crinkle of foil. He felt the hot drip of liquid. Jones pulled Johnny’s ass back towards his cock. The thick head burned going in, but the burn was so good. So good that, when it receded, and the pleasure started, Johnny sank once more into the mattress.

  Jones pulled Johnny up and deeper onto his cock. Johnny locked his elbows and his knees so that he could stay up to continue to receive the penetration. It was so good that he began to move his hips back and forward, up
and down the cock, getting more and more of it up his hungry ass. Once Jones was fully seated, the man took total control.

  Johnny had thought Jones’ cock was all the way inside him. But when Jones gave his first, hard thrust, Johnny found that there was much more of a ways to go. Johnny cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain.

  “More?”

  “Please, sir.”

  Jones thrust again and Johnny whimpered.

  Jones picked up his pace and the power of his thrusts. Johnny was left a simpering mess as he received a brutal ass pounding that had him on the edge of blowing his load. But his dick only wept with joy while the nerves in his ass buzzed.

  Jones pounded at him and Johnny lost track of time. He stayed lost in the haze of pleasure, hanging onto the precipice. The orgasm came from somewhere deep inside him. And since it started deep, it hit parts of him he didn’t know were there.

  Jones held still long enough for the contractions to stop before he picked up the pace and started again. The slapping sound of hips into ass matched the shallow breaths and grunts of both men.

  Jones lifted Johnny’s torso up, changing the angle of penetration, and Johnny felt another one of those deep orgasms building. It crashed into him and knocked Jones over in the process. Johnny felt the load being shot up his ass.

  As he came, Jones reached around and grabbed Johnny’s face. He locked his lips with Johnny’s. Even as both men continued to come, Jones shoved Johnny back down into the mattress, pumping him as though he’d push him straight through the mattress. It made the orgasm last longer, eking out a few more contractions that left both of them shaking.

  When they’d both caught their breaths, Johnny realized his dick was still hard. He turned to Mr. Jones and summoned up the courage to ask, “Can I stick it in your ass?”

  Mr. Jones gave a lazy grin and nodded.

  Johnny crawled on top of Mr. Jones. His movements were shaky. He parted Mr. Jones’ thighs and grabbed his dick. At the last minute he looked up and asked, “Is it okay to do it like this?”

  Mr. Jones was on his back. He figured most men did it doggie style. But Johnny hoped Jones wouldn’t mind doing it like missionaries. He felt he’d found his true calling this night.