by Doris Joe
It went on and on, the speed increasing the longer we rode, Melanie's tits were bouncing wildly; Andy would occasionally release his grip on her hips to grab her by the tits for a few minutes then give her a whack on the ass. When Mel responded to the whack by riding us harder he settled into another rhythm – hips, tits, whack, hip, tits, whack. Mel was grinding like a washing machine and muttering, “More! Harder! Faster! Give it to me!” between moans.
Mel came first, her orgasm washing over her in multiple waves as she shuddered and shook like someone with a severe fever. Her hot juices washing over my dick triggered my explosion and I felt Andy erupt up her ass at the same time. Mel actually wailed as we both came inside her, then she collapsed onto my legs with both of us still embedded.
When we had all recovered our breath, we disentangled ourselves and climbed down from the table. Melanie immediately began buttoning up her dress, signalling that the fun was over for the night, so I zipped up and Andy followed suit.
“So, did you have a good time?” Melanie asked Andy directly.
“Hell yes,” he responded, again. “I think that is the most fun I have ever had in my life,” he amplified.
Melanie preened. “Just remember, if you run into me somewhere around town, I am just an old friend from high school, right? This night does not get mentioned, understood?”
“Absolutely. No problem,” Andy agreed without hesitation.
“Of course, if I am with one of my girlfriends who knows what a slut I am, I will tip you the wink and you can say whatever you like after that. But no wink, no talk.”
“Got it. But, er, can we do this again?” He was glancing backwards and forwards between Mel and me, assessing the reaction.
“I don't know,” demurred Mel. “Nick?” “Why don't you exchange email addresses, then if you decide you want to do him again you can email him,” I suggested. I knew that Melanie would give him an untraceable email to preserve her anonymity and keep the ball in her court.
Mel produced pen and paper from her bag and the email addresses were exchanged. I noticed that Andy's included his full name. He was obviously not concerned about protecting his identity.
We exited the park as we had arrived, with Melanie holding us both by the arm. At the main road, I called us two cabs and Andy went his way and we went ours. In bed, before settling down to sleep, Mel gave me the play by play for the evening from her perspective, something she has always enjoyed doing. I think she enjoys reliving the experiences. When she had finished describing how Andy had tasted, how his cock had felt in her mouth, her pussy and her ass, how his hands had felt upon her skin, how much semen she had swallowed and how good it felt to have both our dicks in her at the same time, she asked. “So, did you like him too?”
“Yes, he seemed like a nice guy,” I replied.
“So can I have him again if I want?”
“Sure.”
“I'm just thinking that there might be times when he would make a useful extra cock, or an interesting change of diet,” she explained.
I snorted in mild derision. “You mean you don't have enough available cocks already? Jake, Pete, Phil, Tom, Steve, Jim, Ted...”
“Alright, alright, alright. I'm a greedy little slut, okay? But you love it, so what are you complaining about?”
“Oh, you thought I was complaining?” I said in a faux surprised tone. “Sorry. I was actually just looking for the best spin to put on it to turn Sue green with envy.”
Sue is Melanie's best friend and my mistress.
Mel gave me a vicious jab in the ribs with her finger.
“Hmm. Well then, I suppose I could use it to wind Jake up a bit too, couldn't I?” she said.
Jake is my best friend, Sue's husband and Melanie's lover.
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “Let's drop it on them in the middle of sex when they get back home.”
We both laughed. Melanie went down on me to get my interest, I did her in the missionary position with her feet tucked up behind my shoulder blades, then we went to sleep in each other's arms. I believe I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
My wife and I have an amazing sex life—in our minds! In the bedroom and occasionally elsewhere, we are good, but you can’t beat our imaginations. Our fantasies get us so turned on. They provide a safe, cheap, and reliable alternative to trying to do it all in real life.
“So-ohhhhh,” one of us would start, turning a short word into two seductive syllables. “What would you think about ..?” Bonnie or I would continue, laying out the new idea or embellishing an earlier one. Sometimes it would be a solo inspiration, sometimes we both would contribute.
They could range from simple role play (do they even have travelling salesmen anymore?) to impractical situations (how do you sneak onto the International Space Station?) to celebrities (if you can have young Elvis Presley, I want young Helen Mirren,) to fiction (of course there are magic spells for sex.) Over the years, some ideas would repeat, or be improved upon.
It was easier to keep sex exciting for two decades without having to hide various media, paraphernalia, and activity from the curious eyes of our two kids. When we sent our second off to college, we celebrated our freedom by having sex at least twice a day for weeks. Both in our forties, I confess we each faked a few orgasms, but the excitement, fun and pleasure were real.
This is the story of how we made one of Bonnie’s Impossible Dreams come true. One of her recurring ideas was to be worshipped and made love to by a group of men. It was rebooted by our twenty-year college reunion. Back on campus, we visited the fraternity house of Eta Bukkake Pi. (You didn’t think I would use the real name, did you?) I had been president my senior year. As I showed her around, recounting some of my adventures in the house, Bonnie was turned on by the hot young men, some shirtless in shorts playing basketball, others in tight jeans and T-shirts just hanging out.
Although she wasn’t dressed provocatively, Bonnie is a tall, Nordic blonde, whose shoulder-length hair, full breasts and long legs can attract attention anywhere, not just from a bunch of horny frat boys. Her crystal blue eyes and easy laugh have made a lot of guys think they might have a chance with her, and made a lot more wish they did. We both enjoyed watching the guys checking her out, her reveling in the knowledge that she was still so desirable, and me flaunting the fact that she was with me. She was sure she heard the word MILF come up a few times almost out of earshot. When we got back to the hotel, she insisted on a quickie before the dinner. As we fucked, we discussed one guy’s abs and the bulge in another’s pants.
It gave me an idea that would take a lot to arrange, but also the motivation to try. Over the next week, I made some calls to see how it might be accomplished. When it started to seem possible, I told Bonnie what I was considering, and she was enthusiastic. Even if it didn’t happen, working out the details was exciting and led to some hot sex as well.
It was a few months later, just after the start of a new school year, when everything was in place. The evening arrived. We entered the fraternity house through the back door and went downstairs to the ceremonial room. It was private and soundproof and off-limits except for official events. John, the current president, escorted us in. Everything was ready.
Bonnie had styled her hair in an updo that made her taller and more elegant. She removed her coat to reveal the filmy gown that cascaded to her bare feet. It gave her a regal appearance, as well as showing off her full breasts, taut belly, round ass and shapely legs. She was truly a sex goddess to be worshipped. She inspected the low padded bench in the center of the room before taking her seat in the large leather chair on the dais.
I stepped into the side room where the other guys were. As did the others, I stripped naked and wore only the ceremonial hooded robe of our fraternity. Checking that everything was ready, I stepped into the main room and announced “Oh Venus, goddess of love, we come to worship you and pay you homage. We offer the tribute of our seed and the sharing of our e
cstasy. As your high priest, I present these supplicants for your inspection and use.”
Bonnie almost broke out laughing at the pageantry, but I mock-scowled at her to stay in character. ”Approach, and demonstrate your fealty,” she said, extending her leg. I knelt in front of her and kissed the sole of her foot, gently massaging it.
“Show me yourself,” she ordered, gesturing that I had permission to stand next to her. I parted my robe and thrust my hips forward. She grabbed and squeezed my half-hardon. Flicking it with the back of her hand, she dismissed me, saying, “Is that all you have?” I knew the guys could see this from the side room, and I imagined them stroking themselves beneath their robes to be sure they were fully erect. I bowed deeply and whimpered, “No, goddess, I bring you the finest in manhood, young, strong, virile. Come, John, here,” I called, and he entered the room. I pushed him next to her. This was the moment of truth, but Bonnie didn’t hesitate, seizing the young man’s cock and balls with her hand. John was not only fraternity president, but also the quarterback on the football team. His strength and leadership would be needed tonight, and his long penis would also be put to good use.
“He is adequate,” Bonnie’s wide eyes showed that she was more impressed than her words implied. “But he should learn his place!”
“I am most unworthy, goddess,” he said, hurrying to kneel in front of her. She extended a foot and he licked her toes eagerly.
“Marcus, approach,” I called, and he knelt before her other leg, joining his frat brother worshipping her feet. “Enough,” she said after a bit, withdrawing her feet. John stood and backed away. “Let me see you,” she said to Marcus. He stood and exposed his cock to her. It was not as long as John’s, but was notably thicker. Bonnie’s hands are not small, but her finger and thumb could not reach all the way around it.
“What else do you have to offer?” my wife’s voice was less stern as I directed Marcus to his spot. “Louis, approach and worship our goddess,” I called. He was a basketball player, tall and thin. When he knelt before her, Bonnie stood up, opening her gown to position her bush in front of his face. He did not need more instructions as his mouth pressed into her. From the sound of slurping, Bonnie definitely was as turned on as the rest of us.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “I may not need what is between your legs.” She paused. “But stand and show it to me anyhow.” She sat back down and he stood next to her, putting his genitals within reach. Louis wasn’t as long as John or as thick as Marcus, but the taste of her pussy had him hard enough to drill concrete.
When she released him, I waved him to his spot, and then continued with some pomp. “Finally, dear Venus, we have a unique offering. We searched far and wide to find for your use and enjoyment, twins!” On cue, Jeff and Carl entered. Bonnie’s eyes lit up. The fact that the last two were twins was a surprise I had kept from her. In their hooded robes, only their faces could be seen, but she could see they were a match. “Not just any pair,” I paused for dramatic effect, “but twin virgins!” Jeff and Carl blushed, and the other three struggled to suppress their laughs.
Bonnie broke character and exclaimed “Really? No way! How...?” She seemed on the verge of tears. Fantasies involving twins or virgins are fairly common, and she had her favorites, but didn’t expect any to be part of this event. Arranging it took a lot of luck and cooperation from my fraternity brothers.
First, there had to be twins in the freshman class. Then they had to be virgins. Then we had to get them into the fraternity. Fortunately, these two engineering freshmen were nerds from a small town and hadn’t yet found willing partners. They were desperately hoping to change that situation when they arrived on campus.
Jeff and Carl were not the kind of recruits my fraternity would normally seek, but I appealed to our fraternal bond with the current officers, as well as made a humongous contribution to the party fund, to get them to give the pair a try. In any case, those two would soon no longer be virgins, and might just turn out to be Eta Bukkake Pi material.
The two stood confused, looking back and forth between my wife and me as we all tried to compose ourselves. Bonnie could not stop grinning, but took a deep breath and stood up, back on script. “Come to me, my beautiful boys,” Bonnie said, standing and holding out her arms. Exchanging a glance, the two freshmen approached and stood a step below her. She opened her gown to enfold their heads, drawing each to a nipple. At first tentative, they sucked eagerly as she pulled their faces against her soft globes.
After a bit, she gently pushed them away. “Indeed, high priest, you have exceeded my expectations. I am pleased, and wish to share my love and pleasure with all of you.” She walked to where they had lined up near the bench. She gestured to it. “On this altar, we will celebrate love and lust, giving and receiving. You honor me and fill me.” She made a show of removing her gown, turning around and letting them see her in all her glory. Indeed, she could have been a Greek goddess. Her breasts swayed and her ass rippled as she did a turn, flexing her strong legs and arms. Bonnie walked up to me at the head of the line. Pushing back the hood, she held my face and kissed me, her eyes shiny with emotion. She pushed the robe off my shoulders and it fell in a puddle as she hugged me tightly, my now fully hard cock poking her belly. “Attend me, priest,” she ordered. I picked the tray up off the table and followed her.
She first approached John, lifting his hood and pushing the robe off his shoulders to the ground. “You will be the base, supporting me and guiding the others.” She took the prepared condom from the tray and rolled it onto his erect penis.
Next was Marcus. “You will set the rhythm and pace,” she said as she removed his robe. She rolled the proper condom onto his massive organ as well. I had warned them to be accurate with the sizes.
Continuing to Louis, she dropped his robe, saying “You will spread the ecstasy throughout my body.” Bonnie stood between the twins. Turning first to Jeff, she removed his robe, then took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. She did the same for Carl, and then stood back, shaking her head with a smile at how identical they were indeed. “For you two, tonight is just the beginning,” she said, wrapping her arms around Carl, pressing her naked body against him. She hugged Jeff in turn. “It gives me great joy to share this with you.”
She held out her hands, and I pumped lube from the bottle on the tray. She stroked it onto the awaiting cocks, first the twins, then Louis, then Marcus. Finally, she led John to the bench. He knew where he was supposed to lie and his cock stood straight up.
“Let us begin,” she said, her voice full of excitement. She generously lubed John’s condom-covered cock. Standing between his knees, she lowered her butt onto it. John helped spread the lube as Bonnie gradually opened her rear entrance to him. It was not long before she was able to slide up and down his cock. She leaned back onto him, and he easily supported her weight, the fingers of his large hands digging into her soft buttocks. He gave a few test thrusts to confirm they had a good position.
“Now Marcus,” she invited. Bonnie lifted and spread her legs to rest them against his chest after he moved into position. She gasped as the head of his cock breached her opening. She was so turned on, she had more than enough natural lubricant to enable him to stretch her wide as he slowly pressed into her. The three bodies found a steady pattern.
Bonnie was close to coming already and I hated to distract her, but I didn’t want things to go off halfcocked (pun intended). I leaned over to apply lube between her breasts. Briefly ignoring what was happening below her waist, she spread it, getting it on her fingers as well. “Louis, here,” she said. His long legs were able to straddle her chest as she pushed her flesh to form a narrow canyon. He slid his dick into her cleavage, reaching down to take hold of her breasts, skillfully thumbing her nipples as his fingers tried to contain her mounds.
“Jeff,” she called, raising her left hand. “Carl,” she said raising the right. They raced to their spots, standing so the angle of their cocks matched the grip of her han
ds. She scooped more lube from the lake that I had created on her chest until she was satisfied that she had enough.
Bonnie looked so happy, and I gently stroked the hair from her face. We didn’t really expect the hairdo to make it unscathed. Her eyes were glazing over and I bent to kiss her deeply. I knew she was in heaven, or at least turning into heaven’s driveway. I was watching to see if she had decided she could handle more. For a few moments, her eyes focused on me. “Yes, dear, thoughtful, wonderful, high priest. I command you to join us.”
The bench and the platform it was on were a custom design, to ensure everyone’s comfort, and especially hers. The twins actually built it, and I knew they were motivated to do a good job. I reached for a lever that was added for the purpose and slowly eased Bonnie’s head back a little. I looked into her lustful eyes, making sure she was ready. She licked her lips and opened wide, inviting me to slowly slide my cock into her mouth. She relaxed her throat to take me deeply. She had sucked me before this way, but not with so many distractions, and we wanted to be sure she could handle it.
But this was Bonnie’s Impossible Dream: six at once. I glanced at the others. John was focused on keeping my wife in position as he thrust up into her ass. Louis was trying to keep his balance while wrangling two slippery boobs. Marcus seemed like he was struggling not to cum, while having to provide more support for her legs. Bonnie was losing her grip on the twins because of all the other sensations distracting her, but as instructed, they wrapped their hands around hers. They wanted her to keep stroking their dicks as much as she did.
Bonnie suddenly groaned, as loudly as one could with a cock down her throat. She squirmed and I worried something might be wrong, but Marcus smiled and nodded indicating that she was climaxing. “Thank you, Venus, goddess of love, for sharing your pleasure with us,” we chanted on my cue. I couldn’t tell if Bonnie heard it or if it mattered at that point. But we wanted to follow the script. We repeated it two more times until it seemed her orgasm had completed. My wife was not big on multiple orgasms. She would sometimes go for more, but she usually preferred to cool down before starting again. She had said it would be more than enough if she could make the six of us cum at once, whether or not she did at the same time. In this situation, though, I was sure she had another one in her. I cradled her head to see her eyes and asked if she was ready to try.