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 An Outdoor Threesome (mmf) One of My Personal Experiences



   By Eric...

   I enjoy hiking and the outdoors, and I met this couple through an
Audobon Society outing.  Call them John & Lisa.  They were not your
granola-Birnstock set...  y'know the type, bearded guy and a gal who
doesn't shave her legs (or anywhere else for that matter).  Lisa was a
blonde, a little chubby, but in a cute way.  Definitely not fat.  He had
short cut brown hair and a neat mustache.  In fact, they were like most
folks you might meet at, say, a shopping mall or the grocery store.

   I learned that he was an accountant, and she was a nurses aid.  In
short, ordinary folks.  They suggested I join them and another couple one
weekend on a hike to a nice spot here in Tennessee.  It involved going
through some rough brush, since the trail ended before you reached the
mountain summit.  But they assured me the view was worth it.

   I said sure, and I arrived early.  They showed up shortly after, and
said that unfortunately the other couple couldn't make it.  We hiked up to
a really nice spot, put down a blanket, and made lunch.  They broke out a
bottle of wine, and we chatted about this and that.

   It was a nice sunny day.  Well, after lunch, John said he was warm... 
and took off his shirt.  He was no Mr.  America, let me assure you, but he
was in decent shape.  I don't make it a habit of scoping out guys (I'm not
gay and never have been), just that I want to make sure I don't look like a
jerk.  If everyone else looks like a steroid-built 20-year-old hard-body,
I'm not going to feel real good going shirtless...  no matter how in-shape
my mid-thirties build is.

   Lisa made a comment like "ooh, baby, that gets me hot" and John said
"hey, not in front of company" and looked at me questioningly as if to ask,
are you cool with this?  I said, "hey, it's cool with me if it's cool with
you guys."

   He looked over to his wife and said to her, "what do you think," and she
chirped up, "it's cool with me." He sat down next to her and she began
stroking his chest and his shoulders.  "Come closer," she said to me, so I
did.  "C'mon, take your shirt off," she said with a smile.  I was tempted
to make a snide comment like, `you first,' but I figured she wasn't bossing
me, so I stripped off my shirt and she began rubbing my chest, gently
dragging her nails over my nipples.  I rose to the occasion, so to speak,
and felt a bit embarrassed with my hard-on pushing through my shorts,
particularly since John wasn't showing any effects.

   "This is fun," she said, "now rub my shoulders." I couldn't resist this
time, and said I could do a better job if her shirt was off.  She promptly
said, "why don't you guys help." We obliged, removing not only her T-shirt
but her jogging bra too.  She had nice breasts, not large but more than a
handful, with half-dollar sized aureoles and nipples the size of your
pinkie-tip.

   Her husband moved forward and began licking and teasing her nipples with
his fingers and tongue.  I continued on the shoulders, enjoying the view.
She began to moan a little and he worked his fingers down to her shorts,
opened the belt, popped the button, and unzipped them.

   "Oh honey," she said, "take off my boots first." He scooted down and
untied her boots, pulled off her socks and kissed her toes.  I guess one of
the two of them had a bit a of a foot thing, because he spent a couple of
minutes massaging, licking, and sucking her toes, finally moving up between
her legs to help get her shorts off.

   "We're forgetting about our guest," he said.  I candidly felt a little
confused.  I don't generally feel great about having sex with someone's
wife or girlfriend.  Don't get me wrong, I want to enjoy myself as much as
the next guy, but people have been known to get jealous, and being naked on
a mountain top can be pretty compromising.

   So, I said the polite thing, "hey, it's okay, I'll just watch." That's
when Lisa said, "no, I wouldn't hear of it," and turned around to begin
rubbing my cock through my shorts.

   "Mmm.  My you're a big boy," she noted.  Truth be told, I'm not that
big, but I haven't heard any complaints, and everyone appreciates a
compliment as to their sexual prowess, so I sort of mumbled a thank you. 
Never hurts to be polite.

   While she undid my shorts, John slipped out of his boots and shorts. 
Then I saw why I couldn't detect any rise; he had on a snug-fitting pair of
scoop underwear, but with the shorts off, it was clear he was as excited as
I was.  He stood over his wife and she reached up with her free hand and
began stroking his bulging undershorts.  My shorts fell to the ground and I
was thankful I had put a clean pair of white briefs on that morning.

   "Okay," she said, rubbing us both, "lets see what you guys have got."
She slipped John out his taut briefs to reveal his erect member.  I slipped
off my briefs, and my firm cock made its grand appearance.  Actually, John
was a little bigger than I was.  He was longer, but not thicker.  All in
all, I wasn't really making any comparisons, its just that you sort of note
these things.

   Some guys feel uncomfortable around other guys who are naked.  For
whatever reason, it never bothered me.  I mean, guys are guys, and we know
what we got--what's the big deal?  Equally, I wasn't uncomfortable being
touched or touching another guy during threesome sex, at least not
sexually. It happens that in some positions someone's leg rubs against you,
or an arm, or what not.  Hey, its all part of the territory.

   Anyway, Lisa began by leaning over and sucking my cock while stroking
John's stiffness.  John stood up, and she got up on her knees and began
sucking her husband.  I took that opportunity to take off my boots.  Then I
began fondling and licking her nipples.  I slipped off her panties and
began fingering her pussy.  I know it is cliché to say she was wet, but she
was, and it turned me on further.  I kissed my way down and began gently
licking her clit and sort of sucking on her pussy lips.  I have found that
slow tonguing really turns women on more than coming on like a vacuum
cleaner.  No difference here, either, as she began to moan.

   John maneuvered himself to a sitting position and Lisa, still sucking,
turned herself over, bottoms up.  I continued licking her from behind
(something else I found some women like), and gave her asshole a few tongue
flicks.  She "mmmm'ed" appreciatively, her mouth still wrapped around his
swollen rod.

   John reached over to his backpack and produced some condoms, a
lubricant, and a vibrator.  Talk about being prepared!  He tossed me a
condom, which I missed, and, since I didn't feel like searching for it
among the underbrush, he tossed me another.  I caught the lubricant, put
some in and on the condom, and slipped it on.

   Wrapping my hand around my cock, I gently pushed its tip into her pussy,
and began rhythmically pumping.  It was a great rush!  I was enjoying both
the warm moist feeling around my erection and watching her head bop up an
down in rhythm over John's cock.  We were all moaning pretty good by then,
and why not.  John got up on his knees.  Holding Lisa's head, he began
slowly pumping her mouth.  Lisa wasn't complaining.  She was letting out
short squealing sounds of pleasure as she got it from both ends.

   I said, "John, pass me the vibrator," which he did.  It was one of those
slim-line models that fit nicely anywhere, which was about to be proven.  I
lubed up the rubbery-plastic shaft and gently eased it into her back door,
slowly.  I added some more lubricant, and it went in a little further.  I
turned it on.  Its gentle vibrations were filling up her crotch.  I could
feel it humming along on my dick.  Really quite a thrill.

   I positioned the end on my pubic bone so I could sort of pump with both
my cock and the vibrator at the same time.  This got a lot of approval, and
Lisa began to moan considerably louder with each thrust.  John looked back
to see what was going on, gave me a thumbs up, and said, "geez, great idea!
Why didn't I think of that?"

   After a while, John said, "lets switch." Lisa said, "let me lay down, my
knees are beginning to hurt on the hard ground." So I took out the vibrator
and got up.  We were about the switch, when Lisa said, "wait a minute, I
want to suck you both." I nearly came on the spot, but I managed to control
myself.

   She said, "why don't you take your condom off?" I looked at John to see
of it was okay.  He nodded his head, so I slipped off the condom, knelt
down and lowered my cock, as did he.  Feeling another guy's cock resting
against yours isn't as weird a feeling as you might imagine.  I mean, it
feels like a, well, a cock.  It wasn't a turn-on or turn-off, but watching
Lisa begin to suck us both sure was hot!  John reached over and got the
vibrator, wiped it off, and began to rub it over her tits and nipples.  She
began sucking us individually, and she began giving us a nice jerking-off
motion.

   Then she said, "I want you guys to jerk-off while I suck you.' So I
began stroking my cock and she fondled mine and John's balls, first sucking
one, then the other.  I began to feel that pre-sensitive feeling in my tip
that said, `enjoy it now, you're going to come any minute.' I didn't want
to cum just yet, so I said, "listen, I'm getting too stimulated.  I need a
break." Lisa feigned disappointment, but said, "okay, but lets finish that
way, I love seeing guys touch themselves." That was okay with me.

   She said, "I think I want more licking down there, and then I want you
both inside me." I moved down to her pussy, to a 69-position, and John came
around back and licked her asshole, then her pussy...  as I worked her
clit. He worked his way over and we both licked at her clit.  She was
moaning really hard now and I was glad we were in the wilderness.  The
neighbors would be complaining by now at my place.

   She began to moan "Oh God, Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I love it
when women begin to lose sexual control.  John found the lubricant and fit
his cock into her behind, and gently began to pump her, inching in a little
more cock with every stroke.  Most anal sex I have ever experienced never
involved my cock going in much further than the tip and a couple of quarter
inches.  He was giving it the whole nine yards while Lisa groaned in
ecstasy.  She had long since stopped sucking me, but she never let go of my
cock.  I kept licking her pussy, watching John's balls tense and jiggle
with every thrust.

   I felt Lisa fiddling with my cock and looked up to see her putting on a
condom...  no small feat considering what was going on downstairs.  I got
the message, slid around and fit my cock into her now very wet pussy... 
right next to where John was sliding in and out.

   Double headers are fun to watch on the movies, but in reality, the guy
who gets the pussy is sort of at a disadvantage because it's harder to pump
that way in virtually any position.  But I'm courteous, so I worked my hand
in between us and fingered her clit.  In about ten seconds Lisa came in a
screaming crescendo.  John and I both stopped pumping for a minute while
she regained herself.

   John said, "Lisa, I want to stay in you while you to ride me." Now this
was something I had seen in the magazines, but never in person, which was
not for lack of trying, but just that I had never met a woman who could do
it.  There wasn't any room for me this way, so I pulled out and took off
the condom, which was feeling dry and tight anyway.

   John eased his way onto his back, still keeping his cock firmly up her
ass, and she moved herself around until she had balanced herself
half-sitting, half-kneeling, and began letting her ass slowly ride up and
down his shaft.  With her facing the other way (toward his feet) he had a
great view.  I stood up, not quite knowing what to do.  Lisa said, "get the
camera out of the backpack."

   John was grunting in guttural tones as her ass ran up and down faster
over his cock.  I got out the camera and began clicking away like I was
from National Geographic, and had discovered some rare bird.  This seemed
to turn Lisa on more, and she really began pumping the shit out of him.

   John had positioned his hands on her butt cheeks and had spread them
somewhat--an incredible view.  Lisa has holding her boobs and flicking away
at her nipples.  I don't know how the photos were going to come out,
because I was so excited by this view that I wasn't exactly Mr. 
Steadyhands.  Lisa was crying out, "oooh, oooh, oooh," and John was
grunting like a construction worker moving an I-beam.  I ran out of film.

   Lisa said, "oh, baby let me suck your cocks." She dismounted and got on
her knees.  John stood up, wiped his cock and began jerking himself
quickly. I could tell he wanted to cum real bad.  I put down the camera,
and began jerking myself as well.

   Lisa began fondling our balls with her hands, quickly licking and
sucking each cock-tip, darting back and forth.  John let out a big groan
and shot a stream of cum just as Lisa began licking the sensitive spot just
under his tip.  That shot fell to the blanket, but Lisa moved up to catch
the second pearly blast in her open mouth, her tongue flicking over his
throbbing organ.  He was jerking off about a mile a minute now, groaning
with every new explosive load.

   Lisa closed her mouth over him and swallowed the remaining sticky drops.
This was enough for me and I said, "holy shit, I'm going to cum," and began
stroking myself really fast.  Lisa shifted over and began licking my tip
and looked up wantonly (how gals learn that guys love this "I want it"
look, I'll never know).  I let the first shot fly and it fell across her
cheeks and chin, a pearl string dangling over her lips.

   The next shot flew true and I watched it caress its way onto her tongue
and down her mouth.  I kept pounding myself furiously, and gave up one more
shot, which fell short of her mouth and fell onto her chest.  The last few
after-cums dribbled off my fingers and blotched their way onto her boobs as
well.

   We all sat there for a while, cleaning off and catching our breath. 
"That," John said, "was fucking incredible." Lisa didn't say much, and I
thought maybe she felt embarrassed, so I finally said, "hey, is everything
okay?" And she said, "John and I have had some great sex over time, but
that was really on the top of the pack, and if my asshole didn't hurt so
much, it would have been perfect."

   John began to laugh, and she cracked up a bit too, and I laughed too. 
It helps to have a sense of humor.  Some sight we were, three people in
their underwear on top of a mountain...  laughing.  We got dressed, watched
the sun begin to set, and headed back down the mountain.