“Well, the thing is that I am going away for a very long time and by the time I come back you two will already be married, which will mean that there will be no more threesomes,” he groaned, draining his beer and setting the bottle on the table before leaning back on the couch to enjoy what the sensually sexy woman was doing to him.
“You naughty little thing, you are getting used to having too much sex and that is not good at all because when you are out there you might end up turning on your fellow soldiers, if you know what I mean,” she said to him, winking as she wrapped her fingers around his dick through the material of his pants.
“Well, if it does get to that, then I just might have to hang my boots and look for some other way to make a living,” he laughed nervously.
Andre watched everything with interest. He could see just how horny his best friend was, and he could also tell that his fiancée was also starting to feel horny as she massaged that dick. The result of that was his own cock beginning to harden in his pants. He knew that by now Shirley was supposed to be his alone, but the sight of her massaging another man’s cock happened to be one of the most erotically arousing things that he had ever seen.
“Alright then, soldier, why don’t you let me see what I can do about this swelling in your pants,” Shirley said, leaning over and kissing Nate deep in the mouth.
As Andre watched the scene, he felt as if his dick was going to explode with desire. He felt his balls starting to get a burning sensation within but he did not touch himself. He just sat there silently watching. As Shirley and Nate kissed, Shirley began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open and running her fingers over Nate's flesh. From the way that Nate was shaking, Andre could imagine just how horny he was feeling, and he felt sorry that the guy had to go back to the nave when there was so much fun here.
Shirley began working Nate's pants open and it was not long before she pulled his raging erection out of his pants. She pulled her lips away from Nate's and looked down at his erection, a naughty smile curving on her face as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began jerking it. She leaned down towards the dick and Andre watched with interest as she first licked the tip of the dick before her lips covered the head as she began sucking on it. Without taking her mouth off the dick, Shirley got off the couch and stood with her butt in the air, bent forwards as she sucked on Andre's dick.
The sight was too much for Andre, and especially since Shirley was wearing a very short dress without any underwear. He could see her pussy lips peeping at him and from the glistening fluid in between them, he could tell that she was already wet. He quickly removed his clothes and then went over to them, crouching behind Shirley. He dipped a finger into her honey pot, pulling it out a moment later and then bringing it to his mouth to taste her honey pot. Loving the taste, he pushed his head in between her thighs, pushing his tongue into her pussy to begin licking it up and down the inner length of the lips. He played it around on the clit for a while, and he heard her moaning onto the dick that was in her mouth.
Andre then stood up and pulled her dress up her hips. Taking a hold of his dick, he eased it into her love nest, beginning to fuck her with just the head. From the way that she was wiggling her waist from side to side, Andre could tell that she was dying for him to slam the whole pecker inside her. He began pushing deeper and deeper into her with each stroke, making her breathing become heavier as pleasure washed through her body. Her pussy fit perfectly around his dick, almost like a fit made in heaven and he couldn’t help but groan when he felt the way that it held him pleasurably. The wetness in her vagina also worked to enhance the pleasure and he could feel it right to the very nerve endings of his toes.
“Wait, I have a better idea,” Shirley said, pulling her mouth off the cock as she pulled away from Andre, making him wonder what she was up to. “I want the two of you to fuck me at the same time.”
“What? Are you sure that you are going to be able to take it, and besides, it could get pretty uncomfortable,” Andre asked, his voice full of concern.
“Yes, it is something that I have always wondered how it would feel. Now that I have the opportunity, I might as well be the judge as to whether I will like it or not,” she said, unzipping her dress and pulling it off her body swiftly to leave her standing there naked.
*****
Shirley was filled with tension and anxiety, but it was something that she had always thought of, although had never imagined happening to herself. She wanted to feel one cock in her butt hole, and the other one in her pussy. She had a feeling that it was going to be a mind blowing experience for everyone, and she knew just how she wanted it done.”
“You are both going to fuck me, Nate in my butt because I don’t think that Andre's dick would fit in there,” she said nervously as Nate got undressed.
“So, how is this going to work, I mean, it would feel very awkward in a standing position?” Nate asked.
“Just the same thing that I was wondering,” Andre said as Shirley smiled at the two naïve men.
“Don’t you worry, I might be new to all of this, but I think that I just might have an idea of how it will be done. Andre, you lie down on the carpet and I'll get on top of you, and then Nate can get on top of me. Nate will however have to put his willy in my pussy so that it can get some lube first,” she said, walking over to Nate and putting her hands around his neck.
Hooking her fingers together behind his neck, Shirley hoisted herself up onto him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her by the hips and she could feel the tip of his dick poking her entrance. She began lowering herself slowly onto the dick, letting it slide into her vagina. He drove himself into her, groaning with pleasure as she began riding him. As she rode him, she could feel the heat within her beginning to heighten, and it was not long before she climaxed hard on Nate's dick. Her love juices flooded into her pussy, flowing over the cock, and she fused her lips tightly over his, savoring the impact of the orgasm. As it ebbed away, she got off him, letting herself down. She pushed Andre down onto his back and then climbed on top of him, straddling him. She guided his dick into her still soaking cunt and then leaned forward, lying on top of him as he began driving himself in and out of her love slit.
“Slowly, Nate,” she said, holding her breath when she felt Nate moving over her.
He parted her butt cheeks wide and the next thing that she felt was his tongue tickling her entrance. The wet tongue pulled away and it was replaced by a wet cock, which began pushing into her butt hole slowly. Shirley forced herself to relax as the cock drove into her slowly, stopping every now and then to let her butt hole get used to the new intrusion. Soon she had two cocks lodged deep inside her, and she felt as if she was going to lose her mind as they both began fucking her. As one drove in, and other drove out, and the feel of the two peckers brushing over each other through the thin membrane was more than she could take.
Pleasure filled her as their sweaty bodies pressed together, hers sandwiched between the two giant men. The living room soon smelled of sex and it was not long before she felt her climax beginning to form somewhere deep within her. She let the men give her pleasure the way that they pleased, and they did, taking her to erotic heights that she had never been to before, until she finally felt her climax bursting to life. She moaned out loudly, letting everyone know that she was in ecstasy as pleasure wove its way through her being. She then felt both of the cocks suddenly erupting inside her, one in her pussy and one in her butt. She wondered if there was any woman that she knew that had ever been filled with so much cock and cum at the same time.
“You were right, Shirley, that was mind blowing,” Nate said, pulling his shaft out of her love slit.
Shirley rolled off Andre and lay next to him on the carpet, too exhausted to utter another word.
“I had better get freshened up so that I can prepare to leave. Thank you for that last one, Shirley, and I wish you both the best in your life together,” Nate said, grabbing his clothes and heading to
the guest bedroom.
THE END
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Bonus Story 43 of 44
Endless Love
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What do you do when you’re in your thirties and forced to live at home? Go to your younger brother’s hockey games. This is Phoebe’s life and she hates it. Her brother is in the middle of everything, ruling her parents’ lives, while she’s simply trying to get back on her feet. Waking up early just to sit all day in a cold, dark rink is not her idea of a good time.
Just when Phoebe thinks she can’t take it anymore, she meets someone new. A tall, blonde and mysterious player from a rival team. There’s something about him. She can’t get him out of her mind. He brings some excitement into her cold, boring world.
Phoebe thinks she’s found the right person to light her fire, but her brother is in the middle again. Only this time they aren’t in a hockey rink. This is Phoebe’s life. And her family is keeping a secret that just might put this fire completely out.
*****
Phoebe was in paradise.
“Another mojito?” A tall, handsome, shirtless man said, wearing only a very small, very tight speedo that showed off his bulging thighs and the thick package right in the center, like a surprise ready to spring at her.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Or more importantly, his speedo. “Yes, please,” Phoebe said.
She wasn’t even done with the first drink but who cared? This was just what she needed. Relaxing on a beach, surrounded by blue skies, clear water and the whitest, softest sand she had ever squished between her toes. Out here, in paradise, she was going to forget that she was thirty-one, newly unemployed and living at home with her parents and her younger brother in a house that was way too small house for four people. No, none of that mattered because her cabana boy was coming back with her second mojito.
This time he wasn’t wearing anything at all. Phoebe looked down between his legs with a smile and then up at him. He leaned down, holding the mojito on a crystal tray and whispered in her ear, “Rise and shine.”
“What?” Phoebe asked, her eyes falling shut, her heart speeding up in anticipation.
“RISE AND SHINE!”
A scream went directly into her ear. Phoebe bolted awake, sitting straight up with a gasp. Her dad and brother burst into laughter. Then instantly their laughter stopped, along with Phoebe’s heart. It was a night she had gone to bed naked. And now the covers were down around her waist.
“Meet us downstairs in thirty minutes,” her dad said gruffly. She pulled the covers over her head as quickly as she could but it was too late. The damage had been done. She hated living at home.
The nice part of her dream wasn’t real. The bad part was a nightmare. Once her door was shut, she wanted to scream. She could not stay in this crazy house.
***
Exactly thirty minutes later, Phoebe was downstairs in a sweatshirt and slightly baggy leggings from washing them too much. It didn’t matter. There was no need to look her best where they were going. No, instead she was just going to fade into the background and hope that nobody there even breathed in her direction. She hated going there. The hockey rink.
“Ah, there you are,” her mom said when she finally came downstairs. “Next time, sleep with your clothes on. You never know when there’s going to be a fire and we all have to be outside in thirty seconds!”
Of course, her morning humiliation had already made the rounds. Phoebe rolled her eyes and tried not to scream so loudly that she’d explode. Instead she just went to the fridge and got herself some water.
“It’s my room,” she said. “Dad and Brad just can’t come in there.”
“You know the rules in this house,” her mom said, shaking a finger over the sandwiches she was slopping together. “There are no secrets here!”
“I know, I know,” Phoebe mumbled. That was exactly why she left as soon as she turned eighteen. It didn’t matter if she was thirty-one, eighteen or eight, her parents treated her exactly the same way. Their house, their rules. And there was absolutely no room for discussion or anything else.
Brad came bouncing into the room, wearing his Warriors sweatshirt. “Mom, where’s my helmet?” he hollered, like he was twelve instead of twenty-seven. Phoebe couldn’t help curling her lip in disgust. Brad’s hockey gear always smelled.
“In the laundry room,” their mom said. “Hurry up, we need to get going. We’re wasting daylight.”
Daylight was a relative term. It was about five in the morning and the sun hadn’t even risen yet. Seeing 5 a.m. on a Saturday was pretty ungodly, but that’s how they did things in the Rutherford household. Because everything revolved around Brad.
“Let’s go!” Phoebe’s dad said. He was wearing his Warriors jacket and carrying the camera equipment. Brad had played hockey since he was a kid. Unfortunately, his NHL dreams never came true. Instead, he played for a very competitive city league and for some reason this was a big deal for their town. Probably because everyone was bored to death, being in the middle of nowhere. Brad traveled all over the state and even to neighboring states on the weekends, playing hockey. He was paid, but probably not as much as a manager at McDonald’s. And because this was such a rinky-dink organization, her parents both volunteered. Her dad was the official team photographer and her mom helped organized all the little details that man-children needed, like sandwiches. Phoebe always thought that it was so lame.
But the rule was, everyone in the household had to be involved. Everyone, including Phoebe. She just stood there, listening to Brad whine, to her dad stomping around grabbing last minute equipment and to her mom scraping her butter knife against the sandwiches. This was not paradise. This was Phoebe’s own personal version of hell.
“Let’s get out of here,” Phoebe’s mom called. After a few minutes, Brad had all his equipment packed, her dad had all his equipment and Phoebe was standing near the door, holding a cooler and hating her life.
The rink was a couple of hours away, in a small town that no one would even visit on their worst day. They traveled in a minivan like they were a family with children under the age of twelve, but it was really just Brad, the overgrown man-child who had all his equipment stinking up the back seats. Phoebe sat in the first-row bucket seats in the back and stared out the window. She watched cornfields roll by. She watched the sun come up. She wished for better in her life. Something new and excited. She wished that she believed that wishes actually came true.
They hit the ice rink around 8 a.m. Lots of other cars were already in the parking lot.
“We’re going to kick a lot of ass today!” Brad said, as the minivan doors unlocked. “All day, baby. All day!” Her parents laughed as if he were cute and endearing.
Phoebe got out of the van and hoped that the ground would swallow her right up. She stood there while Brad argued with her dad over who was going to carry his equipment bag. She crossed her arms over her chest so her mom might think she was doing something. When she looked across the parking lot for a means of escape, she found herself losing her breath.
There, across the parking lot, was a gorgeous man. Tall, hot, thick biceps stretching his sleeve, shirt tight against his flat stomach, pants tight in all the right places. He wasn’t naked this time. But Phoebe was sure he was the man in her dream.
*****
Phoebe didn’t know how long she’d been staring. It might have been two seconds or two days. But her brother shoulder checked her, hard enough to send her stumbling back and she almost landed on her butt if not for some study sneakers.
“Brad, what the hell?” she yelled in the middle of the parking lot.
“Heads up!” Brad said with an annoying smirk on his face. Phoebe could have punched him if she wasn’t for certain her parents would have her arrested on the spot for assault.
“Can you please,” Phoebe spat out. “Grow up!”
“Saw you staring at that guy,” Alex said, chomping gum that seem
ed to just appear magically in his mouth.
“So what? No, we are not talking about this,” Phoebe said.
“Just stay away from him,” Brad said. “He’s on the Troy Ice Kings.”
“You don’t tell me what to do,” Phoebe said, pushing past him. Of course that wasn’t true. Everyone told her what to do. But she wanted it to be.
Phoebe entered the ice rink without her parents and walked over to the stands, climbing up to the highest section. Up here, she could hide from the demands on her mother and just watch the ice before burying her face in her book. But as she pawed through her purse, she realized she didn’t bring her book after all. Phoebe leaned back, her head thumping against the cinderblock wall. Just great. Her phone didn’t have enough juice to survive being used all day. So basically, she was stuck with boredom.
“Excuse me,” someone said, coming up beside her.
Phoebe jumped. The was the guy from earlier. The one she couldn’t stop staring at. The one she swore she was dreaming about only hours before.
“Hi,” he said. “Uh, there’s a plug behind you…”
Phoebe stared a few moments longer. She didn’t notice it before, but he had the most intense green eyes. There were like staring directly into an emerald.
“And I need to plug this in,” the man said. “There’s not a lot of plugs here and this is generally out of the way.”
Phoebe couldn’t move. She couldn’t even bring herself to speak. She knew she was supposed to do something here, but what? This was too weird.
“Phoebe!” her dad yelled from below. He had a bellowing, deep voice that could probably be heard from the other side of the country. So of course everyone was staring at him and then her because he had pointed straight at her. Phoebe swallowed hard. She hated this.
“COME DOWN HERE!” her dad continued to scream. Phoebe stood up automatically, providing enough room for the man to scoot in and plug a small black object into the socket. It looked like one of those portable batteries that Phoebe should probably get for her phone.
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