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 Our Second Threesome (M/F/M, oral, anal, ws, farting, mild scat) by
Coproman

   Even though a whole month had gone by, neither Sheila nor I could stop
talking about our first threesome with Karl, our 19-year-old sex partner.
We'd felt absolutely comfortable with one another and things couldn't have
gone better.  On top of that, Karl had blown us away when he'd revealed his
piss fetish, and surprisingly Sheila and I were able not only to share this
with him but embrace it as a new and exciting addition to our own sex play.
Indeed after that we often spent more time in the bathroom than we did in
the bedroom!  But we knew that to fully explore this kinky game, we needed
to get together again with the person who'd introduced it to us.

   Because those were pre-cell-phone days and Karl still lived at home as
he attended Queens College, I did as he'd suggested and called under the
pretense of being one of his professors.  A woman answered the phone, and
when I discovered that it was his mom, a part of me very much wanted to
tell her that my girlfriend and I were calling to borrow her son for a few
hours of sex and piss games.  But the moment she identified herself, I
became as professorial as I could be, even letting her know how well Karl
was doing in my class, and she was pleased to hear this as she called him
to the phone.

   When Karl picked up, I told him it was "Professor Brad" and he began to
laugh.  In the background, I heard his mom ask, "What's so funny?" and Karl
answered, "He said you have a nice voice," which made her laugh too.  As
she cackled away, he whispered to me, "Listen, she's getting ready to go to
the store.  I'll call you back as soon as she leaves." Before I could say
"okay" he hung up.  Ten minutes later the phone rang.

   "Duuuude!  How ya doin'?!" Now that Karl was no longer muting his
excitement, I could clearly hear it in his voice, and this confirmed for me
that he was not the kind of guy who was interested in only one-night stands
with the couples he got together with.

   After some small talk, Karl admitted that, when he didn't hear from us,
he thought we might have regretted doing what we'd done.  Yeah, he HAD
gotten together with another couple after he'd left us, but his experience
with them didn't come close to comparing with the one he'd had with us. 
Plus, when he'd mentioned watersports to them, they'd thought it was
disgusting and had ended the session prematurely.  After a week he'd
thought seriously about calling us but hadn't because he didn't want us to
feel that he was in any way pressuring us into having a second threesome.
Then he was scheduled to join a new couple, but it turned out that the
woman just wanted to watch while her husband fucked him, so he'd made up an
excuse for leaving and gotten out of there as fast as he could.  So when
his mother called him to the phone today, he was thrilled to hear my voice.

   "So, dude, when are we gonna get together again?"

   "How about this weekend?  You have any plans?"

   "Not anymore!" he chuckled.  "So...same place, same time?"

   "Yeah.  But not the same room.  One with a bigger bathroom."

   Again he chuckled.

   "I'll give you the details as soon as we have them, okay?"

   "Yeah, cool."

   I then handed the phone to Sheila, and after she and Karl chatted for a
few minutes, she hung up and we just looked at each other, smiling,
nodding, and licking our lips in anticipation.

   ********************************************

   By the end of the week, Sheila and I had reserved our new hotel room and
I called Karl back to give him the room number as well as a few
instructions on how we wanted him to "prepare" before he joined us.  When I
was done, he just gave me his patented chuckle and said he'd be ready.

   Like before, Sheila and I arrived at the hotel early, but this time only
early enough to check in, chill out for a while in our room (which, again,
was nice and spacious, with two full-sized beds and, this time, a large
bathroom as well), then strip and wait for Karl.

   Only minutes after we got naked, there was a familiar knock at the door
and I looked out the peephole to see Karl squirming around as if he had
ants in his pants.  I quickly opened the door to let him in.  For some
reason I expected him to have changed in some way over the last month, but
I was glad he hadn't.  There was that same pale skin, those same light blue
eyes, and that same sandy hair (though longer than before).

   "I see you're doing the pee pee dance," I snickered as he slipped
inside.

   "Yeah, dude, I gotta take a serious leak."

   "Well, I'm sorry, but the toilet is broken," I said, "so you'll have to
go somewhere else."

   "ANYwhere, dude," Karl said, now dancing more than ever; then he looked
at Sheila, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.  "I gotta go so bad,
I'll even go in your girlfriend's mouth."

   I smiled when he said that.  He had followed our prearranged script
perfectly.  Then I looked at Sheila, just to make sure she didn't have an
"I'm-not-sure-I-still-want-to-go-through-with-this" look on her face, and
when I saw that, quite to the contrary, she was practically salivating, I
said, "Well, then, I guess my girlfriend's mouth is where you'll have to
go. Poopie, I hope you're thirsty."

   Sheila nodded, dropped to her knees right in front of the
still-twitching teenager and stared up at him.  When their eyes met, Karl
immediately stopped dancing, unzipped his jeans and, after groping around
in his fly long enough to tug down the waistband of his briefs, fished out
his semi-hard cock.

   "Oooo!" Sheila said, smiling as she gazed at the blushing red head aimed
at her mouth.  "Hi, cutie.  Did you miss me?"

   The fact that she was talking to his prick made Karl grin, which made
his bladder relax just enough for the first of his pee to unexpectedly
squirt out, spraying over Sheila's face and causing her to flinch in
surprise.  But she opened up her mouth in time to catch the ensuing stream.

   "Yeah, white boy!" I urged Karl as I began to stroke myself.  "Piss
right down my girlfriend's fucking throat!  Fill her up with your white-boy
piss!"

   It was as if Karl's bladder heard me and suddenly woke up because two
seconds later, piss was shooting out of the teenager's dick with such force
that it splashed off Sheila's tongue and hit me right in the eye.  But with
a slight tip of her head, Sheila adjusted to the powerful stream, which
rapidly filled her mouth.

   As I looked at them I thought how strange it was that, just a month ago,
Sheila had agreed to pee in Karl's mouth only if she didn't have to "return
the favor," and Karl had quickly responded how he preferred "getting it,
not giving it." Now the two of them were doing a pretty convincing role
reversal, as he eagerly flooded her mouth with hot piss while she just as
eagerly gulped it down, swallowing at the back of her throat like the
perfect human urinal.

   "Drink it, Poopie!" I now urged Sheila.  "Drink every drop of that
white-boy piss!"

   But while I kept thinking that Karl's golden flow would end at any
second, he surprised me by continuing to piss and piss and piss to the
point where I began to wonder just how big his teenaged bladder was and how
much "white-boy piss" Sheila was prepared to swallow.  Finally, after what
seemed like half an hour, his stream began to dry up as he delivered the
final squirts of pee into my girlfriend's mouth.

   Afterwards Sheila belched loudly, giggled, then gingerly took the head
of the teenager's hardening prick between her lips to suck out the last few
drops of urine.  Then, without breaking their connection, she unbuckled his
belt, unbuttoned his jeans and, after tugging both jeans and briefs down to
his knees, clutched his bare ass and began to give him some serious head,
as Karl groaned and sank his fingers in her short afro.

   "That's right, Poopie, suck it!" I now said, still stroking myself. 
"Suck that big white dick!"

   For a while the only sounds in the room were Karl's moaning and the
sloshing of spit in Sheila's mouth as she slurped the teenager's rod, and I
watched in admiration as it quickly grew to its full eight inches, pointing
so stiffly at the ceiling that Sheila was forced to change her angle of
"attack." I stooped down to get a closer look at the action, and when
Sheila momentarily opened her eyes and saw me, she gave me a hum of
approval and as much of a smile as she could with her mouth full of dick.

   But that wasn't the only reason I was down there watching so closely. 
Earlier Sheila and I had agreed on something and I was hoping she would
remember before it was too late.  It took a few more trips up and down
Karl's shaft before she realized what I was waiting for, upon which she
pulled her mouth off the white boy's boner with a pop.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, Honey, here," and she moved back and sat down on her
haunches as I took her place, impaling my mouth on the teenager's
spit-coated pole.

   "Oooh!" Karl responded, and I instantly felt his hands clasping my head
as I held on to his buns.

   Instead of letting me do the work, as he had done with Sheila, the
19-year-old began to do what he'd done during our last get-together and
fuck me in the mouth.  He also began to talk to me.

   "Yeah, dude, suck it!" he panted.  "I'm gonna shoot my shit right down
your fucking throat!"

   "Mmph!" I replied.

   "And you're gonna fucking swallow it all, right?"

   "Mm-hm," I said, and I found myself holding on desperately to the white
boy's flexing ass as he fucked my mouth harder and harder, his balls
bouncing off my chin and his crotch crashing into my face as he labored to
give me what I'd craved for a whole month.

   Just when I thought the 19-year-old would permanently flatten my facial
features, he suddenly jerked and went stiff.  Clutching my head, he thrust
his hips forward, ramming his cock so far down my throat it nearly
triggering my gag reflex.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!  Take it all, dude!  Swallow my fucking load!"

   "Yeah, Honey, drink his come!" said Sheila, furiously fingering her
clit.

   Karl lay trembling against my face, his pubic hair pressing into my nose
and his dick throbbing in my throat as it spat stream after stream of sperm
straight down my gullet.  It was my first taste of male come directly from
the source, and even though I felt myself choking a little as I gulped down
the white boy's abundant ball juice, I still couldn't get enough of it,
refusing to release the teenager's tool from my lips until it had shrunk
all the way down.

   With Sheila's stomach full of white-boy piss and mine full of white-boy
come, we were now both hornier than ever, so we figured we'd take care of
each other while helping Karl recharge his battery.

   "Hey, Karl, why don't you stretch out on the bed...face up," I said. 
"Sheila and I want you to watch us."

   Smiling, Karl eagerly complied and Sheila climbed on top of him in a
sixty-nine.  Last time, when I'd fucked Karl up the ass, it was Sheila who
was underneath, taking in the sights, and I thought about this as I took my
place behind Sheila, framing Karl's head between my knees as I looked down
at him.

   "Can you see?"

   "Yeah, dude, EVERYthing."

   "Good."

   After winking at him, I grasped my super-hard prong and, bending it
down, carefully inserted it between the lips of Sheila's sopping snatch.  I
then held her hips with both hands and thrust forward, shoving every last
inch of my dick into her.

   "Shit!!" she screamed, and I could feel her whole body trembling as her
twat spasmed on my shaft.  Bending over, I put my mouth right beside her
ear.

   "How'd you like that, Poopie?" I whispered.

   "You fuckin' animal," she whispered back; then she turned her head to
the side and kissed me.  "I LOVE you."

   "Love you too, Poopie."

   Straightening up again, I began to pull my cock out of her cunt.  When
only the head remained inside her, I glanced down at Karl's face.  His
expression told me that he was enjoying his "up-close-and-personal" look at
the action, so I proceeded to push my pole back inside her, only more
slowly this time, so Karl could watch it slowly disappear inch by inch into
the same dewy pink hole his tool had occupied a month earlier.  Because
Sheila was already so wet, I started fucking her hard right away, my crotch
slapping against her ass as I pistoned her pussy.

   "Hey, white boy, like what you see?" I panted.

   "It's fucking awesome, dude!  You guys are puttin' on one helluva show,
and I've got a front-row seat!"

   I wanted a little more audience participation, though, and Sheila
must've sensed this because five seconds later I heard Karl gasp and looked
down to see half of his re-hardening cock in her mouth.  This time, though,
instead of urging her on verbally, I began to fuck her even harder,
energetically jamming my joint into her to let her know how much I liked
what she was doing.  In turn, Sheila let me know how much she liked what I
was doing when, with Karl's dick still in her mouth, she suddenly let go
with a high-pitched tremolo, her body began to shake all over, and her cunt
got wetter.

   But while knowing that I'd brought Sheila to orgasm certainly excited
me, what pushed me over the top was when she pulled Karl's dick out of her
mouth and began to smell him, first sniffing his pubic hair, then his
balls, then putting her hands under his thighs, lifting them up and
sticking her nose right in his asshole.  Seeing my girlfriend's dark-brown
face pressed between the teenager's pale cheeks was too much for me.

   "Fuck!  I'm coming!" I hollered, pulling Sheila's hips against me while
shoving my cock as deep as I could into her cooze.  "Take it, Poopie! 
Smell his stink white ass and take my come right in your fuckin' cunt!"

   "Mmmmmmmm!" Sheila responded, sinking her nose deeper into the
teenager's shit pit and shivering through another climax as I, shivering
right along with her, shot stream after stream of spunk into her throbbing
box.

   "Shit!" Karl suddenly said, jerking, and I could tell that Sheila had
replaced her nose with her tongue and was probing the white boy's puckered
port.

   "Yeah, Poopie, lick him good," I panted, as I continued to ejaculate
inside her.  "Lick the shit right out of his fuckin' ass!" Then I
whispered, "Come here," and when she turned, we kissed and I could taste
Karl's ass on her tongue.

   For the next minute or so I kept my shrinking dick inside Sheila, both
of us flexing our internal muscles to force every last drop of semen out of
it.  Finally, I began to pull out of her slowly, slowly, until my cock
exited with a soft "sploosh." As soon as it came out, Karl lifted his head,
making me flinch as he grasped the knob between his lips and began to suck
Sheila's and my juices off it.

   "Oooohh, yeah, Karl, suck it," I moaned.  But by now my dick was so
sensitive that I could barely stand what the 19-year-old was doing to it
with his experienced tongue, so after only a few seconds, I gently pulled
it out of his mouth, eased back, and crouched down low on my hands and
knees with my face only inches from his.

   "You okay, dude?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm just gonna rest up while I watch you do
something."

   "Watch me do what?" he asked, confused.

   Smiling, I reached over and signaled Sheila by patting her ass twice. 
She immediately adjusted her position until she was squatting over Karl's
face.

   "Okay, Poopie, let it go."

   Both Karl and I stared up at Sheila's cunt as it and her anus both
flexed, flexed, then pursed open, resulting in her asshole puffing out a
smelly little fart right in Karl's nose.

   "Oops!  Sorry about that," she said.

   To show Sheila just how "offended" he was, Karl lifted his head and
deep-sniffed her asshole, breathing the foul fumes deep into his lungs. 
Then, for good measure, he flicked his tongue over it, making her shudder.
He then lay his head back down and looked up at me.

   "So is THAT what you wanted to watch me do?"

   "No, not quite," I said, again smiling.  "Though I have to admit it's
nice to see there's one MORE thing we have in common."

   He smiled back at me then we both refocused our attention on Sheila's
pussy, whose lips were bagging out slightly.  Suddenly, from within the
pink, a pearly white glob appeared, quickly growing until it was too heavy
to stay inside her and began to ooze out.  Seeing this, Karl opened his
mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and started to lift his head again--but I
gently placed my hand on his forehead to stop him.

   "No, don't go get it," I said.  "Let it come to you."

   Nodding, Karl laid his head down again, keeping his mouth open as he
waited.  The slimy strand drooped lower and lower until, finally, it broke
loose and dropped onto the teenager's tongue.  He eagerly swallowed it and
immediately opened his mouth again to get ready for the next dose of sperm,
which was already making its way out of my girlfriend's twat.

   "So, Karl, how's it taste?" I asked him.

   "Dude, it's DELICIOUS."

   "Yeah, I agree," I said.

   "Ewwwwww!" Sheila said with a giggle as she watched Karl's from between
her legs.  "Honey, he's just as nasty as you are!"

   That made both Karl and me laugh, the teenager doing so with his mouth
wide open again, allowing him to catch the next gooey gob of come, which he
again gulped down.  For a moment I imagined one of those millions of sperm
I'd shot into Sheila somehow avoiding being squeezed into Karl's mouth and
swimming heartily enough to find her egg, penetrate it, and produce a
fetus. How could I not later introduce that child to Karl as someone who
had helped him/her be born by eliminating the competition?

   After squeezing out two more healthy doses of come for Karl to swallow,
Sheila had pretty much emptied her pussy of what I had spurted into it. 
But there was still some left over, so Sheila proceeded to sit on the
teenager's face, her twat landing on his open mouth with a little "squish"
followed almost immediately by loud slurping noises as Karl probed her
insides with his tongue, causing her to squirm and moan.

   "Yeah, suck that black cunt, white boy!" I said.  "Suck it dry!"

   Of course that was never going to happen, because Karl was making her
come again and again, and every time he did, she would juice up all over
again.  He was just about to lick her through yet another orgasm when
Sheila lifted herself off his face and moved forward, resting on her knees.

   "Wait a minute," she gasped.  "No more tongue.  Just open your mouth. 
Wide."

   He did and she slowly sat back down on it.  For the next several
seconds, the two of them simply held their positions, Sheila sitting back
on her heels with Karl's red face buried beneath her black ass; then I
heard a "Mmph!" from under her followed by the muffled but unmistakable
sound of a liquid rushing out and the equally unmistakable sound of a mouth
filling up.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" Karl moaned loudly, and right afterwards he began to gulp
loudly, swallowing the golden deluge as rapidly as it was gushing into his
mouth.

   "Yeah, Karl, drink her fucking piss," I said, "just like she drank
yours!"

   And even though it hadn't been all that long ago that Karl had peed in
her mouth, Sheila was taking such a long time to finish going that I had
the feeling she was pissing out not only her own hot load but his recycled
one as well, forcing the white teenager to swill a double dose of urine,
and this thought made me so horny that I found myself sporting a full
erection again.

   Finally, after what seemed like half an hour, Sheila lifted her ass off
Karl's face to let me watch the last of her piss dribble into the
teenager's mouth.  After he swallowed it, he smacked his lips and expelled
a long, hearty burp.

   "Excuse me, guys."

   Sheila moved back until she was kneeling right above Karl's head.  Then
she bent over and, after staring in his face upside down, kissed him hard
on his piss-wet lips.  After several long seconds, she broke it off, stared
at him again and, smiling, said, "You're excused!"

   With Karl's belly so full of piss that it bulged out slightly and his
dick so hard again that lay plastered against that bloated belly, I knew he
was ready for something heavier than more oral action, so I told him how I
wanted to watch him fuck Sheila doggy-style from the same position he'd
watched us.

   The 19-year-old's face lit up when I said this, and the three of us
quickly maneuvered around until I was on my back staring up at the visually
appealing canopy of Sheila's and Karl's genitals.

   "You ready?" I heard Karl ask Sheila.

   "Yeah, put it in me," she replied.

   I watched with excitement as, only inches above my face, Karl grasped
the pale shank of his long hard cock and nudged the head between the pink
lips of Sheila's pussy.

   "Mmmmmm," she responded, and because my arms were hooked around her
thighs, just above her knees, I could feel her shudder.

   Karl teased her a while, moving his dick in and out, in and out until
her juices started flowing again.  In no time Sheila was so turned on that
some of her pre-orgasm fluid seeped out of her snatch and dripped onto my
face, apparently unbeknownst to either her or Karl.

   "Okay, big boy, sock it to me!" Sheila suddenly said, and without
missing a beat, Karl shoved his whole dick into her cunt, the same way I
had done, leaving only his big red balls pressing into her black pubic
bush.

   "Shit!!" she again screamed out.  She also began to tremble again, and
when I felt this and heard Karl moan, I knew her vaginal muscles were
spasming on his dick the same way they had on mine.

   "Okay, Karl, now fuck the shit out of her!" I said.  "Like you did the
last time."

   I stared mesmerized as all but the head of Karl's lengthy rod emerged
from Sheila's cunt, its whiteness stark against her dark skin.  Then he
pushed it all back inside her again; then he pulled it right back out, and
pretty soon the teenager was banging my girlfriend's box at a steady pace,
the constant "smack, smack, smack" of his crotch smacking her ass accenting
each plunge into her pussy.

   "Yeah, Karl, FUCK me!" Sheila screamed, so loud I was sure that every
guest on every floor of the hotel heard her.  "I LOVE that big white dick
in my pussy!"

   Once again I couldn't believe--or understand why--I was getting so
turned on watching this white teenager fuck my girlfriend.  With his bigger
dick and amazing strokes, I should have had a big jealous knot in my
stomach.  Instead I was hoping that Sheila didn't accidentally brush up
against my dick, because I was so excited that I was sure it would trigger
my orgasm.

   And now that the two of them were sweating, I was not only watching them
but smelling them fuck, and I savored the aroma of hot sex that filled my
nose.  An odd mixture of Sheila's and Karl's natural body odors, combined
with the pheromones the two of them were producing, it was like an
aphrodisiac for me, intensifying my desire for both of them.

   Fully aroused, I lifted my head just enough to feel Karl's slippery
schlong sliding back and forth across my nose and lips.  Then I stuck out
my tongue so I could taste Sheila's cunt juice on it while, at the same
time, stimulating him, and judging from the change in pitch of his moans, I
was definitely hitting a nerve.

   Meanwhile Sheila was really getting off on having Karl's teenaged tool
back in her twat again because she had already come twice and was headed
for a third orgasm when I directed a "pssst!" at Karl, not sure he would
even hear me.  I was surprised that he did and looked down.

   "Listen," I whispered, "when you're ready to come, give it to ME, okay?"

   "I hear you, dude," he panted.  "Where exactly do you want it?"

   "In my face," and right after those words left my lips, my heart begin
to beat double-time in anticipation.

   "You got it, dude."

   Now Karl began to speed up his strokes, driving his eight-inch shaft in
Sheila's snatch so fast that his bouncing balls kept hitting me in the face
and crashing his crotch into Sheila's ass so hard that I was sure he would
knock her flat and the two of them would come tumbling down on top of me.

   Fortunately that didn't happen.  Just as Sheila was quivering through a
third orgasm, Karl grunted, stiffened and, by some miracle, managed to yank
his cock out of Sheila's pussy.  Holding tightly onto the shank, he began
to pump frantically.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!  Take it right in your fucking face, dude!"

   It's hard to describe what it was like to have Karl ejaculate in my
face. No, I don't mean the physical description.  That's easy: He basically
slimed me, shooting the kind of incredible load only a horny teenager can
shoot, as spurt after spurt of hot come plopped in long, wet, sticky ropes
all over my forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, chin, even my neck.  What's
really hard to describe is what it was like for my libido.  Let's just say
that if Sheila had so much as breathed on my dick while Karl was showering
me with sperm, I would have shot my load too.

   "Duuuude!" Karl said, and as I half opened one come-covered eye, I could
just make out the image of the white boy smiling down at me.  "You should
see your face!" Then he snickered and added, "Or maybe not."

   "Ewwwwwwww!" I heard Sheila squeal, and I knew that she had turned
around and was reacting to what Karl had done to me.  "Shit, Honey, we've
got a fuckin' STUD on our hands!  Look in the mirror."

   Sitting up, I wiped enough sperm out of my eyes to finish opening them
then gazed in the mirror over the dresser.

   "GodDAMN, white boy!" I chuckled as what gazed back at me was a face so
covered with splooge that it could easily have appeared in the final scene
of a gay porno film.  "How the hell'd you manage to shoot THAT much on a
SECOND go-round?"

   "I don't know, dude," he said giving me that sheepish smile of his,
which I could see in the mirror.  "It just happens sometimes...especially
when I'm really turned on."

   I just shook my head as I continued to stare at my face, pleased that
Sheila and I had been able to "really" turn the teenager on.  Then Sheila
grabbed my arm, pulled me back down on the bed, and began to lick his semen
off me, her tongue giving me goose bumps as it swept all over my face,
scooping up one gooey gob of come after another.  Then--surprise,
surprise!--Karl joined her, lapping up his own spunk, and I got not only
more goose bumps but the shivers and a renewed stirring in my loins from
the double tongue action.

   It took only a few minutes for Sheila and Karl to clean my face, after
which they exchanged a knowing smile and opened their mouths.  I was
surprised to see that neither one of them had actually eaten the come but
simply collected it in their mouths; then Sheila said to Karl, "Come here,"
and as I watched them kiss, I could hear them swapping semen and spit
until, on a signal from Sheila, they parted, smiled at each other again,
and simultaneously swallowed.  So now all three of us had white-boy sperm
swimming in our stomachs.

   Of course I was still super-hard, and with both Sheila and Karl lying
right next to me on their stomachs but with my hand fondling only Karl's
ass, it was obvious what my subconscious wanted to make obvious to all of
us.  So no one was surprised when I crawled behind Karl and spread his
cheeks, revealing his smooth pink asshole, still wet with Sheila's spit. 
Even after her tongue job, though, I could still detect a faint odor of
shit as I carefully sniffed the tight little entrance to the white boy's
bowels.  Then I felt Karl's ass muscles flex, and the next thing I knew I
was getting blasted in the face by a loud, smelly fart.

   "Oooo, Honey!" Sheila giggled.  "He got you good--right in your nose!"

   "Sorry about that, dude," Karl said without turning his head, "but I
couldn't hold it."

   "Yeah, right!" I chuckled, and of course I now pressed my whole face
right in his stinky ass crack and began to sniff like crazy, trying my best
to inhale every foul molecule of the teenager's ass gas.  In the midst of
my pervy act, he farted again, silently this time and with no apology,
these fumes much smellier than the first ones.  Every rational part of my
brain was screaming at me to get away from the source of the putrid odor,
but I not only persisted in smelling the white boy's ass but replaced my
nose with my tongue.

   "Yeah, dude," Karl moaned, "eat my asshole!  Suck those fucking farts
right out of it!"

   As I slurped the 19-year-old's shitter, I could see Sheila out of the
corner of my eye, a squinched-up smile on her face as she watched me do to
Karl what I'd watched her do to him earlier.  After a while I pulled back,
turned to her and, with a smile, said, "Come here," and we kissed deeply,
so now she got to taste his ass on my tongue.

   When I finally turned back and spread the teenager's asshole open again
to resume eating it out, I was greeted by yet another loud fart, this one
exploding out of him, spraying my own spit into my face and enveloping my
whole head in a cloud of stench.

   "Phew!" Sheila said, fanning her face and giggling.  "Shit, Honey, he's
dropping all KINDS of bombs in your poor face!"

   "But I know how to get him to stop."

   "How?"

   "Like this," I said, and I quickly climbed on top of the boy, lined up
the head of my dick with his anus, and pushed.

   "Nngh!" Karl grunted, and before you could say "bombs away," the knob of
my cock had nosed into his asshole and his sphincter was closing around it.

   "See, Poopie?  All I had to do was plug him up.  Now I'm gonna shove
those farts he hasn't made yet right back up his ass."

   "Oooo, Honey!" Sheila said, her eyes sparkling.  "You know how much I
LOVED watching you two do it before!"

   "Well, Poopie, we're gonna put on an encore performance just for you,
right Karl?"

   "My ass is yours, dude," he quietly acceded.

   That Karl was surrendering his body to me excited Sheila.  But she
wasn't the only one excited.  Yeah, I was Joe Cool on the outside, but as
my cock slowly sank into Karl's anus, I was so turned on that it took every
ounce of control I could muster not to come prematurely.

   Despite the ability Sheila and I had to talk openly and honestly about
our sexual feelings for others, for some reason I simply hadn't been able
to bring myself to tell with her what I really felt for Karl.  Sure we'd
shared how he turned both of us on, but I just couldn't tell her how, after
our first threesome, I had become obsessed with fucking Karl again and that
for the past month, every time she and I had had anal sex, I'd closed my
eyes and imagined that it was HIS asshole I was plugging, HIS rectum I was
filling with semen; and this fantasy so consumed me that if Sheila suddenly
said something in the middle of it, I was actually startled to hear her
voice instead of his.

   No, I hadn't suddenly discovered that I was gay, but I was certainly
much more than just the "bi-curious" guy I'd been before that first
threesome.  I had to admit to myself how physically attracted I was to
Karl, how totally turned on I was by his smooth young body, unblemished
white skin, and long sandy hair.  But it wasn't just these androgynous
features that attracted me; his very maleness--the hardness of his
developing muscles, the youthful roughness of his fucking, and the pure
testosterone power inherent in his eight-inch cock--turned me on just as
much and made me want to possess the teenager in every way I could.

   "Nngh!" Karl again grunted, and it wasn't until I heard him that I
realized that during my musings, my almost-seven-inch dick had completed
its entry into the teenager's turd tunnel.

   "Shit, Honey, it looks like you're all the way in him!  Are you?"

   "Right up to my balls," I said.

   "Then what are you waiting for?"

   When Karl didn't respond to this, I figured he was okay with me going
ahead, so I braced my hands against the mattress and began to pull my prod
out of the teenager's tight back door.  It slid out rather easily, along
with a pungent odor and little gasp from Sheila, and when I looked
underneath myself, I wasn't surprised to see light-brown streaks all along
my shaft.

   "Look, Honey, he added his own lubrication!" Sheila giggled.

   At first the idea that this was what my tongue and Sheila's had been
digging into disgusted me.  Now I understood why the taste of Karl's ass
had been almost as strong on Sheila's breath as it was from his anus.  But
a second later, that disgust got swallowed up by raw lust, and the sight
and smell of what I had dug out of Karl's bowels soon served only to stir
up that lust and make me even more eager to fuck the white boy's ass.

   "Nngh!" Karl grunted once more as I jammed the whole length of my dick
back in his shitty asshole.  But I was in there for only half a second
before I pulled out again; then I dove right back in, harder this time, and
before I knew it, I was steadily pumping the teenager's rump.

   "Yeah, Honey, fuck him!e" Sheila yelled as she frigged herself and
pinched one of her nipples.  "Show him how much you missed his cute white
ass!"

   I swore her remark had been prompted by what she saw in my face or what
she sensed by the way I was fucking Karl, but I refused to dwell on
whatever I might be revealing about my feelings for the teenager; I was
determined to enjoy this "cute white ass" that I had indeed missed over the
past month.

   I was soon sweating like crazy as I drove my dick deep in the teenager's
rectum, his ass turning red from the constant smacking it was getting from
my crotch, and every time I felt my orgasm rising up, I would just stop
with my rod stuck all the way up his ass and begin to rotate my hips the
way I often did when I fucked Sheila's pussy, grinding my cock around in
his snug sheath, stretching it, and apparently firing up so many nerve
endings back there each time I did it that, after the third time, something
like a hoot came out of Karl's mouth and he screamed:

   "Fuck my ass, dude!  Stir my fucking turds!"

   That's when I really went at Karl, banging his butt with authority,
bouncing on top of him so hard that the mattress and box spring creaked,
the frame shook, and the headboard clattered against the wall.  It had to
be more than obvious to the guests in the rooms next to ours, as well as to
anybody who happened to be walking past our door, that some heavy-duty
fucking was going on inside, and that it was going on between a couple of
guys.

   "Ooh!  Ooh!  Honey!" Sheila gasped, and the next thing I knew she had
stroked and squeezed herself to yet another "vibrato-and-vibrate" moment.

   Knowing that just watching what Karl and I were doing had made Sheila
horny enough to come turned me on even more, and I got to the point where I
could no longer hold back my own orgasm.  After dive-bombing my dick into
the teenager's doo-doo hole a few times more, I jerked, gasped, and forced
it as far inside him as I could, crushing him into the mattress and driving
the air out of his lungs.

   "Fuck!  I'm coming!" I yelled, grabbing a handful of Karl's hair and
jerking his head to the side, making him wince.  "Take it, white boy!  Take
it right up your shitty white ass!"

   "Yeah, give it to me, dude," Karl moaned.  "Just like you did before. 
Fill my white ass up with your fucking come!"

   And just like that first time, my ejaculation was intense.  With every
pulsation of my dick I spurted another slimy load of semen deep into the
teenager's spasming shit chute, filling it with my seed.

   "Give him a nice big load, Honey, 'cause I'm gonna suck it right out of
him."

   "I'll try," I said while thinking, Shit, what an understatement!  I'm
coming so fucking MUCH up his ass that if it was a pussy, he'd already be
fucking PREGNANT!  But I kept quiet because I knew Sheila would find this
out soon enough for herself.

   It took another minute or so for me to empty my balls in Karl's asshole,
and right afterwards I began to feel a different sensation, since I was the
only one who had yet to take a leak.  At first I started to repeat what I
did during our last get-together and let go right in the 19-year-old's ass,
flooding his colon with piss.  But I wanted to watch Sheila eat my come out
of him, so I put my hands on Karl's shoulders and lifted my hips until my
shrunken prick popped out of him.  Even though it was heavily soiled with
the white boy's shit, this didn't stop Sheila from popping it in her mouth
and flicking her tongue all over it, as I winced and flinched because it
was now so sensitive.

   Meanwhile Karl had pulled his knees up under himself, which put his butt
up in the air.  Sheila and I both watched as his deep-pink asshole winked
at us then spit out a big white blob, which hung precariously from the lip
of his dilated anus and threatened to drop onto his balls, until Sheila
moved in and caught it on her tongue.

   "Mmmmmm," she hummed with her eyes closed as she pulled her tongue back
into her mouth, swallowed the sperm and licked her lips.  But she had
little time to savor it, as another pearly glob was already making its way
out of the teenager's shithole.  This time she sealed her lips over the
white boy's anus, and I was more than a little surprised when he farted
right in her mouth.

   "Mmph!" Sheila responded as she sucked in his gas, and I was afraid that
Karl had gone too far, giving her something that she hadn't expected and
didn't particularly want.  But when Sheila didn't move and I heard Karl
begin to moan, I knew that she was okay with what he'd done and had gone
right back to tonguing him.  In fact, she seemed to be more than okay with
it, because now she was attacking his anus even more exuberantly than
before, almost as if getting farted in the mouth had actually stirred her
passions.

   When Sheila finally came up for air, she smiled and stuck her tongue out
at me.  A drippy white gob of come and a tiny light-brown turd clung to the
tip.  I returned her smile and, without any hesitation, kissed her, getting
a hearty whiff of fart breath as I sucked the shit and sperm off her
tongue.

   By this time my bladder felt like it was about to burst, and even though
I was sure that more than a few of my sperm cells were still convening in
Karl's colon, I couldn't wait any longer to go.  So after Sheila and I
finished kissing, I got up, smacked the teenager on the ass, and said,
"Come on, white boy, I have something else I need to give you.  You too,
Poopie."

   Sheila and Karl smiled at each other then at me as they followed me into
the bathroom.  Once there, I had Karl sit in the bathtub with his knees up
and his legs spread; then I had Sheila sit between his legs and back up far
enough for his semisoft dick to press into her lower back.  Satisfied with
their positions, I stepped up on the toilet and crossed over to the tub,
putting a foot on either side of it then placing my left hand on the
ceiling to keep my balance.  So now I was towering over them.  Finally I
squeezed the neck of my dick and let my bladder go (kind of like stepping
on the brake while pressing the accelerator), and I could feel my piss rush
right up to where I was blocking its exit.

   "You guys ready?" They both nodded.  "Better close your eyes." They both
did.  "Okay, here goes."

   Aiming first at Karl, I released the pressure on my urethra and watched
as a yellow stream shot out of my dick and hit the handsome teenager smack
in the face, the unexpected force of it causing him to jerk back in
surprise as he was suddenly drenched in hot piss.  Then I directed the
stream onto his head, saturating his sandy hair; then I moved forward,
peeing in Sheila's afro before finally pissing in her face.  Back and forth
I went, from Sheila to Karl, thoroughly soaking them while thoroughly
enjoying their lusty oohs and aahs, the glorious relief of emptying my
bladder, and the incredible power of peeing all over two people.

   When I felt myself running dry, I again squeezed the neck of my dick to
stop the flow, and stepped down into the tub, right into a puddle of my own
pee, which had yet to made its way down the drain.  I then moved up and
stood right in front of Sheila.  By then both she and Karl had wiped and
opened their eyes, and as soon as Sheila saw me standing there, she
understood without my saying anything exactly what was going on and,
leaning forward, took the head of my prick between her lips.  I released my
grip on it and, with my other hand, held on to her head as my piss poured
into her mouth and she steadily swallowed it.

   "Yeah, Poopie, drink my piss," I sighed.  "Does it taste as good as that
white-boy piss?"

   "Mm-hm," she responded, running her hands up and down my thighs to
emphasize her answer.

   When I'd pissed out about half of what was left in my bladder, I
squeezed off the flow again, pulled out of her mouth, stepped over her, and
presented my dick to Karl.

   "Okay, white boy, your turn."

   Smiling up at me, Karl didn't hesitate to take my cock between his lips,
and the moment he did I released my grip on it, allowing the remainder of
my piss to stream into his sucking mouth as I held on to his sopping head.

   "Yeah, drink it, white boy.  You like drinking that nigger piss, don't
you?" I asked him, a little surprised to hear myself using "the N word" but
not at all sorry or embarrassed that I had.

   "Mm-hm," Karl also responded, closing his eyes and nodding, but he
really answered me by continuing to guzzle down my urine, even flicking his
tongue over my piss slit after I gave him the very last drops.

   Now that I'd given free reign to my sadistic side, my masochistic side
wanted its turn, as I suddenly had an urged to be "paid back" for what I'd
done to Karl and Sheila.  To this day, I'm not sure how Sheila knew this,
but she seized the opportunity by backing up against Karl and urging him to
wrap his arms around her, which he did, holding a tit in each hand.  Then,
looking directly at me, she began to talk to him.

   "Hey, Karl, you ever do to another a guy what Brad did to you before we
came in here?"

   There was a long pause as his eyes widened.  "You mean..."

   "Yeah, I mean have you ever fucked another guy?"

   He blushed.  "Uhh...no.  I've always, like, been on the receiving end."

   "Well, I think it's about time that changed, don't you, Honey?"

   Embarrassed that my masochistic need was so obvious to her, I was now
the one hesitating, finally mumbling out, "Uhh...maybe."

   Sheila shook her head.  "No, Honey, it's more than just 'maybe.' You
fucked poor Karl up his ass then came in him.  The LEAST you can do is let
him return the favor while I watch, don't you think?"

   I just stared at her, dumbfounded, my eyes pleading for her to stop
pushing for this and to keep pushing at the same time.

   "But, Poopie," I finally said, "maybe he's not into fucking guys.  Maybe
he just prefers GETTING fucked.  For all we know, if he had to DO the
fucking, he might not even be able to get it up."

   She smiled.  "Oh, I don't think he'd have a problem with that." She
tipped her head back and rolled her eyes up until she caught his eyes. 
"Would you, Karl?"

   He chuckled the most self-conscious chuckle I ever heard him chuckle
then said, "No, probably not."

   I knew I certainly wouldn't have a problem with it.  The very thought of
this white boy's ruddy eight-inch pole plowing my shit chute was making me
so hot that my cock was already back at full mast.  And when Sheila gently
moved Karl's caressing hands away from her breasts and inched forward, I
saw right away why she was so sure the teenager would have no problem
fucking me: What used to be a semisoft dick had grown into a super-hard
erection that was leaking pre-orgasm fluid, a strand of which stretched
from his piss slit to Sheila's back.

   "See, Honey, he's MORE than ready to fuck you."

   "Yeah, I can tell," I nervously laughed.  But as much as I admired
Karl's dick, I now felt a pang of fear as I looked at it because there was
one little fact that both Sheila and I were aware of but that neither of us
had mentioned.  With the way things were progressing, though, I had a
feeling it wasn't going to stay unmentioned much longer.

   "So how about it, Honey?  Wouldn't it be great if Karl's virgin
experience with a man happened in your VIRGIN ass?"

   For the next several seconds there was silence as the three of us gauged
each other's reactions to this very big cat that had just been let out of
the bag.

   I sighed deeply.  "Well--"

   "Duuuude!" said Karl, cutting me off, his blue eyes twinkling with
delight.  "You mean I'll be taking your cherry?"

   "That's right," I said.  "And I'll be taking yours.  You down for that?"

   "Shit, yeah!  To be honest, I've wanted to try it ever since my first
threesome 'cause I was really attracted to this woman's husband.  But even
though he and most of the other guys in the threesomes I've done have
fucked me, none of them ever volunteered to let me fuck them, and I was
always scared to ask 'cause I thought they'd get mad at me and kick me
out."

   "Yeah, I understand," I said.  "Unfortunately a lot of guys have that
macho attitude where, as long as they're doing the fucking, their manhood
is somehow safe.  And, Karl, I apologize for not offering to let you fuck
me the first time we got together.  But since it was our first threesome, I
was just a little..."

   "Scared shitless," Sheila said before I could say anything.

   I smiled.  "Well, I was going to say 'apprehensive,' but I guess you
have a point."

   "Well, don't worry, dude.  I promise to lube you up real good before I
put it in you.  I mean, it'll hurt a little at first, but if you stay cool
and don't tense up it'll pass, and after a while it'll start feeling good.
Just ask your girlfriend," and he looked at Sheila and they exchanged a
knowing grin.

   "He's right, Honey.  And since it turned me on BIG time watching you
fuck Karl, I'm gonna LOVE seeing him jam that big, beautiful white dick of
his up your black ass."

   I could feel both my dick and my asshole twitch in response to Sheila's
words, and suddenly that masochistic part of me--which, right now, seemed
to have swallowed up the sadistic part--couldn't wait for the white boy to
fuck me.  And I really liked the idea that, exactly as it had been for me
the last time, it would be Karl's first time not only fucking a black guy
but ANY guy.

   "So, dude, you ready to get started?"

   I looked at Karl then at Sheila then back at Karl and nodded.

   "Good.  Me too," said the teenager.

   Without even bothering to wash off my piss, Sheila and Karl climbed out
of the bathtub and headed back into the room.  I glanced at myself in the
bathroom mirror before following them out.

   Taking a pillow off the other bed, Karl put it in the middle of the bed
we were using and stacked the other two pillows on top of it.  Then he told
me to lie down with my crotch on top them.  When I did, my position put my
butt way up in the air, which made me feel very vulnerable.  Then I felt
the 19-year-old's large hands on my ass, cupping my cheeks they same way
he'd cupped Sheila's tits in the bathtub, gently squeezing them before
spreading them apart to expose my anus.  Not sure exactly what to expect
next, I flinched when I felt his hot breath on my asshole and flinched
again when I felt his tongue probing me.

   "That's right, Baby, lick his ass," Sheila urged Karl in her most dulcet
tone of voice.  "Get him ready for your big white dick."

   "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned.  "You suck ass good, white boy."

   Of course he wasn't just sucking; he was also spitting, depositing more
and more saliva in my anus, so much that I could feel it overflowing.  For
a moment I thought about my macho middle-class black male friends, the ones
I often went to strip clubs with and who were constantly bragging about all
the women they'd bagged.  How would they react to seeing me lying here
thoroughly enjoying the experience of having a lanky white teenager perform
anilingus on me in preparation for sticking his dick up my ass? 
Furthermore, suppose they knew how excited I was about getting fucked?  I
would certainly be--yeah, I'll say it--the BUTT of their jokes from now
till eternity.  But, on second thought, how did I know that every single
one of those guys didn't secretly harbor the same fantasy?

   As Karl continued to tongue my ass, I felt movement on the bed and
suddenly Sheila was lying on her back right in front of me with her knees
up and her legs spread apart, proudly displaying the glistening pink
interior of her cunt.  At first I thought she was there to allow me to
focus on something other than the pain she knew I would feel when Karl
forced his way into my back door.  But she was out of range of my mouth,
lying at least a foot in front of me, so I figured maybe she just wanted me
to look at her pussy.  But then Karl stopped licking my ass and climbed
over my back, and the next thing I knew, I was staring straight at his big
white ass.  Without so much as a glance back at me, he aimed his rock-hard
tool at Sheila's snatch and, in one quick motion, shoved it all the way
inside her.

   "Oooohh!" Sheila gasped; then I watched as, in a repeat performance of
our first threesome, Karl propped her legs up on his shoulders and began to
fuck the shit out of her.  This time, though, he delivered no more than a
dozen quick strokes then tugged his dick out, causing Sheila to gsp again.
Then he backed up, his ass bumping against my face as he made his way over
me again in reverse until he was on top of me.

   So that's it, I thought; he just wanted to give himself a natural lube
before he fucked me.  Sure enough, the very next thing I felt was Karl
spreading my asshole open with one hand and nestling the knob of his cock
against it.  By now Sheila had scootched up close enough to put her cooze
right in my nose, and as the teenager pressed hard at my resistant poop
chute, I buried my face in Sheila's twat, first sniffing its pungent odor
and wiping her juices all over my lips, nose and chin before diving into
her with my tongue.  Once more she responded with a gasp, grabbing my head,
and right after my tongue penetrated her pussy, something much bigger
penetrated my anus.

   "Nngh!  Fuck!" I yelled, and it seemed as if every nerve ending from the
tip of my spine to the top of my head suddenly came alive as my sphincter
swallowed the head of Karl's dick.  I started to tell Karl to hold up a
minute, but he had enough savvy to do this on his own.

   "Don't worry, dude.  Relax," said Karl.  "I won't go any further till
you give me the green light, okay?"

   "Okay," I grunted back, as my asshole throbbed like crazy; then I said,
"You know what, guys?  I suddenly have a LOT more respect for both of you."
They both laughed, and I'm sure they must have exchanged another knowing
glance.

   After a few minutes the pain began to subside, so I stuck my nose back
in Sheila's pussy and did some deep breathing of her fragrant female
essence before hesitantly indicating to Karl that he could proceed.  This
time I remembered to push out as he pushed in and was surprised to feel his
rod slip into me with very little pain.  In fact, I felt comfortable enough
to go back to eating Sheila's cunt, making her writhe and moan as I sucked
her clit into my mouth and began to brush the tip of my tongue over it.  I
was so occupied doing this that, before I knew it, I felt Karl's weight on
my back and heard him sigh what I was sure was a sigh of completion.  At
that point, I knew that my virgin asshole had swallowed up all eight inches
of the white teenager's cock.

   "Hey, dude," he said in a husky whisper.  "Guess what?"

   "Oooo, Honey!" Sheila said before I could answer.  "His dick is all the
way up your butt!  So how's it feel?"

   "Weird," I said.  "Kinda like I have to take a serious shit.  And
there's all kinds of throbbing going on back there.  But it's okay."

   "How about you, Karl?" Sheila asked the teenager.  "How's it feel to
have that big beautiful dick up my boyfriend's virgin ass?"

   "It's fucking AWESOME!" he said.  "My cock feels like it's being
squeezed in a fucking vise!"

   For the next few minutes, the three of us just lay there as Karl
patiently waited for my rectum to recover from the shock of the forced
entry of his ironhard boner.  Both he and Sheila were casually stroking my
hair, and I felt so incredibly contented it almost scared me.  But this was
just the calm before the storm, and I knew it was up to me to get that
storm going.

   "Okay, Karl, I think I'm ready," I finally said.  "But take it slow."

   "You got it, dude," and right away half of the hair stroking ceased as
Karl braced his hands against the mattress and began to lift his hips,
pulling his prong out of me.  I winced a little as he withdrew because I
could feel the sides of my asshole clinging to his dick.  But at some point
the spit, cunt juice and whatever pre-orgasm fluid Karl had leaked into me
all seemed to kick in, making the last part of his out-stroke relatively
painless.

   "Everything's out except the head, dude," Karl announced.  "So now I'm
gonna put it back in, okay?"

   "Okay."

   Again there was the heat, the pressure, and that strange growing feeling
of fullness as the teenager's ramrod slowly made its way back inside my
asshole.  But there was also less pain now, so by the time he bottomed out
and was pulling out of me again, I was eating Sheila's pussy again,
determined to focus on bringing her to orgasm and ignore what Karl was
doing to me.

   But that was easier said than done.  In fact, I managed to make Sheila
come only once before it became impossible for me to either focus on her or
ignore Karl, who by now had worked up a pretty good head of steam in
ramming his rod up my ass.  And I guess Sheila, realizing that my attention
on her was waning, decided she wanted a better look at the anal attack,
because she soon got up and crawled behind me.

   The moment she was out of sight, Karl's actions got my full attention,
and though I felt some residual pain, it was quickly being replaced by an
overall feeling of pleasure, and just like Karl and Sheila had predicted, I
was actually beginning to enjoy being fucked up the ass.

   It wasn't just the sensation of that eight-inch pole pistoning my poop
chute that was turning me on, either; it was the whole package: Karl's
crotch smacking against my ass, the heaviness of his strokes shoving me
into the mattress, his sweat sprinkling onto my skin, and his hot breath on
the back of my neck as he labored his way to another orgasm.  And on top of
everything was the fact that Sheila was watching all of this happen.

   Then I heard, "Fuck him, Karl!  Fuck him HARD like he fucked you!" This
was followed by a loud slap and a gasp from Karl, as Sheila had apparently
decided to stress her words by bringing her open palm down hard on the
boy's bucking ass.

   The encouragement seemed to work because the next thing I knew, Karl
grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms to the mattress, and began to drive his
dick so deep in rectum that he hit a nerve I never even knew existed,
causing my whole body to tense up from the sudden unexpected pain.  But
though my instinct made me try to escape, I couldn't move, and the idea
that this white teenager was exerting that kind power over me, making me
take his hard-thrusting tool up my ass whether I wanted to or not, actually
excited me, causing my cock to grow underneath me and making the
ass-pounding tolerable again.

   "Do it, white boy!  Fuck me!" I suddenly heard myself saying.  "Fuck the
shit outta my black ass!"

   These words also seemed to affect the teenager, for he began to fuck me
even more intensely, jamming his erection into my shithole so hard and fast
I swore I could feel it coming up my throat.  Then, all of a sudden, he
jerked violently, and cried out as if he were in pain, upon which he
plunged his pole all the way inside me and lay trembling against my back.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!  Take it all right up your fucking ass, dude!"

   I could feel Karl's dick throbbing deep in my rectum as he spurted his
slimy load deep into my bowels, depositing millions of white-boy sperm deep
in my anal canal.

   "Yeah, Baby," Sheila cooed.  "Fill his asshole up with your thick white
cream."

   And my asshole itself seemed to want this too, for even after the
teenager had blown his whole wad in it, it continued to contract
spasmodically on his cock--just like his had on mine--coaxing out all the
remaining the semen.

   Afterwards Karl exhaled deeply and lay down right on top of me, turning
me into his bed.  Though oppressive, his body weight was also curiously
comforting, as I could feel his heart beating and his diaphragm expanding
and contracting with every long, slow breath he took in recovering from his
anal workout.  Then it occurred to me that he may have been just about
ready to get rid of that bellyful of pee Sheila had given him, and
considering what I did to him at the end our first get-together (and came
close to doing again after fucking him today), I tensed up, expecting at
any moment to feel hot piss gushing up my ass and wondering if my tortured
colon could hold it all.  But when he was done resting, he just slowly
lifted up, pulling his shrinking tool up, up, up until, with a squelching
sound, it popped out of my ass.

   "Quick, Honey, close your asshole up before you start leaking," said
Sheila.

   Squeezing my sphincter as tight as I could, I shimmied off the stack of
pillows and turned around just in time to see Sheila carefully grasp Karl's
shit-flecked penis between her thumb and forefinger and gently engulf the
head with her lips.

   "Oooohh!" the boy moaned, shuddering, and I could tell that, just as I
had been when he and Sheila sucked me after I came, he was grateful for the
attention but his post-orgasm super-sensitivity was making it difficult for
him to fully enjoy it.  Fortunately, Sheila sucked his cock only long
enough to clean my shit off it, after which she gave it a final kiss and
turned back to me.

   "Okay, Honey, turn around so you can see your butt in the mirror.  Then
we can all see just how much come Our Favorite Stud squirted up your
hiney."

   I did as Sheila said, crouching low on my hands and knees then turning
my head so I could see my ass in the mirror as well as the reflections of
Sheila and Karl staring at it.  I then relaxed my sphincter and began to
flex it.  At first I just farted; then, after a few seconds, a little glob
of white sprouted out of the center of my asshole.

   "Oooo, look, Honey, here it comes!"

   I watched in fascination as that glob slowly grew fatter and longer
until it began to ooze out of my asshole and down my perineum.  And when I
flexed again, more pearly sperm got pushed out behind that glob, hastening
the flow out of my anus.  And every time I flexed my sphincter after that,
more sperm seeped out of me until there was a thick white stream running
from my asshole to my balls.

   "Damn, white boy, you did it AGAIN!" I said, once more amazed by his
body's ability to replenish its reserves of semen so rapidly.  "You need to
donate those fucking balls of yours to science!"

   "Duuuude!" he chuckled in embarrassment, and I smiled as I watched his
reflection turn red.

   "He's right, Baby," Sheila agreed.  "You have a gift.  But I'm selfish,
so forget about that science stuff.  I don't think you should share it with
ANYbody...except us."

   Right after Sheila said this, the reflection of my ass was blocked, as
she crouched down behind me and began to slurp up Karl's come, first off my
balls, then off my perineum, then out of my asshole, drilling her tongue
deep inside me to make sure she scooped out every gooey drop, all the while
humming to herself as I moaned.  After a few minutes of this, she crawled
around until we were face to face.  There was a smile on her pursed lips as
she gestured for me to kiss her.  I did, and the taste of Karl's semen
combined with that of my own ass was--to say the least--strange.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" we hummed into each other's mouths as we swapped the shitty
sperm.  Then, on cue, we broke our kiss and each of us swallowed our share.
What I didn't expect, though, was that Karl wanted his share too, so I was
surprised when I suddenly felt his tongue digging up my ass in search of
his own spunk.

   "Yeah, white boy, lick your fuckin' come right outta my ass!" And I
exchanged a smile with Sheila as the teenager wormed his tongue around in
my rectum.

   At this point, Karl announced that he indeed had to take a leak again,
and I thought it was more than fitting that our second threesome was about
to find a measure of perfection by coming full circle, ending the same way
it had started.  Only instead of Sheila's mouth again becoming the
teenager's urinal, mine would do the honors.

   But I wanted more than that, so leading my partners back to the
bathroom, I lay down in the bathtub then had Karl stand over me and Sheila
stand beside him, holding his dick.

   "Oooo, Honey, I LIKE this position!" Sheila giggled.  "It makes me feel
like I'M about to pee on you instead of Karl."

   When I thought about that, I realized that she was basically right-on.
Since she would be directing his stream, and since that stream was made up
mostly of the piss he'd drunk out of her, it WOULD be like she was peeing
on me, and the idea of Sheila becoming Karl and taking a leak on me through
his body was so kinky that it totally appealed to me.  On top of that there
was the delicious contrast of Sheila's dark fingers holding Karl's white
dick.

   "You ready, Honey?"

   I nodded.  Karl put one hand behind his back and the other on Sheila's
shoulder; and as I stared at the slit at the end of the ruddy knob of his
cock, a golden stream shot out of it, spraying all over my dick and balls
and soaking my pubic hair.  Then Sheila aimed higher, sending the stream
onto my stomach, up my torso, over my chest and, just as I closed my eyes,
in my face.

   "Open your mouth, Honey."

   I did and it was immediately flooded with hot piss, which I swallowed
with my mouth open, gulping it down at the back of my throat.  Then I
nearly gagged as piss shot up my nose.  As I coughed, trying to recover, I
heard a gasp, and when I squinted my eyes open, I was shocked to see that
Sheila had turned Karl's penis up and back, arcing the stream into the
boy's own face, drenching him with his own piss.

   "Now open YOUR mouth, Karl."

   He did and Sheila aimed the flow right into it, filling it up; then Karl
closed his mouth and swallowed, as Sheila continued to shower him in the
face with his own piss.  Through it all, Karl never once tried to stop
Sheila or avoid the flow, and I began to think that maybe this wasn't the
first time the teenager had taken his own piss in his face and mouth.

   Soon, though, the force of Karl's stream began to diminish, only
reaching up to his chest then only to his stomach.  At this point Sheila
stuck the boy's prick in her own mouth and sucked down all of his remaining
piss, burping loudly afterwards.

   I was now so horny from being fucked, peed on and watching Karl and
Sheila both get a golden shower and drink that I grabbed my super-hard,
piss-dripping cock and began to jack off, as my sex partners, watching
intently, slowly slunk down until they were sitting in the tub with me.  It
took only a handful of strokes to bring myself to orgasm, and as soon as
Karl heard me gasp, he leaned over and slipped the head of my dick into his
mouth.

   "Fuck, yeah!  Eat my come, white boy!" I helped him out by grabbing the
back of his wet head with my free hand as I shot a healthy load of semen
into the teenager's mouth.

   Afterwards Karl sat back and just stared at me with those big blue eyes
and a weird look on his face.  Then he opened his mouth and I could see a
little white lake of sperm inside it.  I smiled at him, shaking my head,
then leaned over, cupped his face in my hands, and pressed my lips to his.

   "Oooo, Honey, I've been waiting for this," Sheila said, and even though
my eyes were closed, I could feel her watching as Karl and I kissed,
licking each other's tongues and swishing my pissy spunk back and forth,
back and forth between us before we each finally swallowed our share.  Then
we both opened our eyes and, after exchanging another smile, gave each
other a final affectionate peck before separating.

   For the next several minutes the three of us just sat there with our
legs all tangled up, relaxing, caressing one another and reeking of piss. I
couldn't have been more satisfied, being with the woman I loved...and the
man I loved.  And I began to wonder how much persuading it would take to
convince my two lovers that we should all just walk away from our lives
outside this hotel room, move in here together, and commit to a permanent
ménage à trois.
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