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 Challenged to Demonstrate `His Special Skills,' He Became Their Extra Guy.





   Joan - It has been some time since I've written, but I regularly enjoy
your releases.  I thought you might enjoy the following.  The story is
true, but the names have been changed.  Keep up the good work.

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   Steve and I had been golf- and poker-playing buddies ever since high
school in the graduating class of 1990.  Now both the same age, about 28,
in the locker room after a round or at the card table between bets, we
often discussed the state of our sex lives.

   Steve had been divorced three years earlier, and for the past few months
was shacking exclusively with Elizabeth and her Australian Shepherd dog. 
She was twice divorced, and rather than them marrying, they lived together
on a handshake basis, that each would be faithful, fucking no others.  Dull
though it was, so far neither had strayed.  Both worked full time and they
were splitting their living expenses down the middle.  I was presently
employed, but unattached, always on the prowl.

   Thinking that our conversations would be confidential and never passed
on to anyone, Steve had confided that his fucking with Elizabeth was
restrained and much too infrequent to suit him.  Because of Steve's
conservative religious background, they were also limited to the missionary
position for sexual intercourse, and the only attention he gave to her
bushy cunt was to finger it until it got moist enough to get his cock in
comfortably.  Even though she is always on the pill, Elizabeth
puritanically insists that he wear a condom, so that she won't be soiled
with his cum and have to douche before going to sleep.

   Although I had been single for the past two or three years, I never
lacked for fucking.  In our, hopefully confidential, man-to-man talks I had
disclosed to Steve that as a teenager I used to masturbate, shooting my
load into my other palm and licking up my cum, sometimes jerking off into a
glass of 7-Up and drinking the mixture.  That I had always liked the taste
of cum.

   To this Steve made a gesture covering his mouth with his palm,
pretending to vomit at the thought.  When he asked when I had given up this
repulsive practice, I confessed that not only had I not stopped drinking my
cum, but that I had perfected a technique so that I was now licking my
dates' pussies clean after fucking them.

   "Just how do you manage that?" "Simple, I said.  Sometimes they just lay
on their back with their legs spread invitingly and I dive right in for the
mixture of our juices.  Nothing like a vaginal fart to shoot out the last
drop of my cum.  If it has been a threesome or group affair, sometimes it
is also the cum of some other guy mixed in.

   The position I prefer is when she squeezes her cunt lips with her
fingers to keep it in her gash and then quickly opens up her pussy and
squats above my mouth.  The oozing out of my cum works about the same when
I have fucked her asshole, which I then lick clean.  Now scoffing, Steve
sarcastically snorted, "I can certainly see how you get so many lays, but
the thought of swallowing cum gags me.  It seems like an awful price to pay
just to get fucked."

   Apparently talking in his sleep with Elizabeth, Steve kept mumbling
something she thought sounded like "pussy," something that they, prim and
proper, never ever discussed.  Dismissing the remote possibility that
perhaps he wanted to get a cat to go with her Aussy sheepdog, she keep
pressing the point over breakfast.

   Asking her if she could keep a secret (how many women can?) he told her
about our locker room talk about me not only eating pussies, but sucking my
cum from their cunts and assholes after fucking, sometimes also mixed in
with the cum of others.  They both swore to keep this a secret and never to
mention such a shocking thing again.  Elizabeth said that she didn't want
to have anything come between me and them to break up our long time
friendship.

   Steve gave my creampie dereliction not a single passing thought, but it
was not easy for Elizabeth to dismiss it so cavalierly, and whenever she
thought of it she could literally visualize my face in a squirming fucked
cunt or one dripping cum over my wide open mouth.  Each time the thought
occurred, her crotch became wet with her pussy juices, and she was having
trouble concentrating during their infrequent missionary type fucks.

   However, Steve wondered now why she no longer wanted him to use a
condom, and she was falling asleep with no douche, his cum oozing out of
her twat onto the sheets.  Her sleep was restless, and in her fitful dreams
she pictured, not Steve, of course, but me(!) going down on her...  and
sucking her freshly-fucked cunt.

   Usually on week nights, Steven and Elizabeth would have a cocktail and a
glass or two of wine with dinner.  Having suffered through another hectic
day with her visualizations of having her pussy sucked by me, she doubled
their number of cocktails and they drank considerably more wine with
dinner, in order to build up her courage.  "Steve, I've got something
terrible to confess to you."

   "Yes, dear."

   "I'm sure you remember telling me about our friend and his practice of,
how you say it, going down on his dates after fucking them and then licking
and sucking them clean of his cum, sometimes also the cum of others.  While
this is difficult for me even to believe, I simply have not been able to
get it off of my mind, and you probably have noticed my rolling and tossing
about in bed rather than sleeping.  It's wearing me down to a frazzle, and
I must simply find out for sure whether people actually do that.  Do you
know what I mean?"

   "Dear, I don't have the slightest idea whether or not it is true.  You
know how locker room bullshit is.  But he keeps telling me about more and
more of his dates that he has pleasured in that fashion.  The only way I
know of finding out for sure whether it is true or not would be for me to
go along with him some night and watch him perform."

   "No, Steve, absolutely not, over my dead body.  I won't let you do that,
but if you want, you can invite him over to our house, and we will both
find out whether he sucks fucked cunts or not.  The cunt in this case will
be mine and you, of course, will be the one who fucks cum for him to eat.
Don't argue with me now, as my mind is made up, and, if you don't agree to
invite him over, I'll go to him myself and beg him for a private
demonstration.

   However, I'd much rather that you watch, for you may even learn more on
how to pleasure me in bed.  You don't pay enough attention to my pussy as
it is.  You and your religion that considers it a sin.  This is Friday and
you have your golf game with him tomorrow.  Not that you noticed, but my
period was over on Tuesday, and I want you to ask him over for Saturday
evening.

   Don't tell him a word about our plan, but I'll be dressed so as to give
him ideas, and he is going to perform after you cum in my cunt or he will
be proved a coward and a patent fraud." It was most unusual for Elizabeth
to use this sexy slang language, and Steven knew that she meant every word,
emphasizing each and every sex word.

   Luckily, I was not all dated up for that particularly Saturday night,
and I welcomed Steve's invitation, even though, from experience, I
anticipated a rather good meal and a dull evening.  The three of us were
most congenial and thoroughly enjoyed just relaxing before dinner with a
drink or two...  wine with one of Elizabeth's delicious gourmet feasts, and
an after dinner drink.

   She had dressed for the warm summer evening in the shortest of skirts
and low cut upper, displaying an ample cleavage between her breasts.  It
looked to me that she was not wearing a bra.  Just before dessert, she
excused herself and removed her panties, the skirt now barely covered her
buns.  Sitting across from me, with her legs crossed I could see her cunt.
Bending over before me, the display of her ass was most suggestive.  If I
had not known of their conservative sexual lifestyle, I'd surely have
thought that she was hitting on either Steve or me, or both of us.

   Emboldened by her more than usual booze and her predetermined effort to
either prove or disprove my bragging about eating pussy, even fucked pussy,
Elizabeth blurted out at me, "I understand from Steve that you are quite a
lady's man."

   "Oh, I really wouldn't say that.  I'll admit that I do like to get up
and about, but I'm sure that there are others much better as ladies' men."

   "Yes, but how about what you tell Steve about eating pussies that have
been fucked either by you, and some times even by others?  Steve and I, and
particularly me, think that you are telling a bald face lie, and we want to
know if you are just a lying fucking bastard, or whether there is a smidgen
of truth in your ramblings.

   "Frankly, that is why you were invited over here tonight, and you will
notice that I'm about to become suitably undressed before your very eyes
for the occasion," she said as she slipped her dress up and over her head
and off, now standing nude.  I had been right: no bra.  Believe me, this
got my attention, but Steve was looking sheepish and was saying nothing, as
if she was the boss for the night and the cat had gotten his tongue.

   "Steve and I are going to go into the bedroom now, and he is going to
fuck me.  If you see any possibilities in this, you are welcome to take
your clothes off and join us in a few minutes." Having said that, they
walked toward their bedroom hand in hand.

   When I joined them near their king-sized bed, the three of us were now
naked, Steve and I bearing the start of rousing boners.  Steve broke his
long silence and outlined what was to take place.

   "We are going to keep this simple and, hopefully, uncomplicated.  First,
I'm going to fuck Elizabeth in our usual straight missionary fashion. 
Second, when I cum in her cunt, the next move is yours.  Understand?  It
will be your chance either to put up or shut up about eating fucked pussy.
And if you don't, I don't ever want to hear you mention it again.  Now, as
your host and hostess for this demonstration, we both agreed that it would
be only polite for you to have whatever time you would like before I fuck
her to go down on her and taste her pussy and do whatever you claim to have
done to your dates before they are fucked.  Hopefully, that won't take you
too long because I'm dripping my pre-cum and just about to cum now just
thinking about you even being here."

   At his open invitation, I gently took Elizabeth in my arms, felt up and
down her back to the crack of her ass, and placed a wet kiss on her lips.
Surprisingly, her lips parted enough for me to French her, and she returned
my tonguing with hers.  Her breasts were firm and her nipples erect. 
Kissing her neck, breasts, and sucking one tit then the other, with us
still standing, I kissed my way down and tickled her belly button with my
tongue.

   "Liz, I have been invited by your man to taste your pussy, and I'd like
for you to lie down on the bed so that I may treasure this moment."
Spreading her legs and raising her knees I stuffed a pillow under her ass
before my face dived into her cunt.  From her first muff diving experience
she immediately came, showering my face with her delicious juices.

   At this point, I could only hazard a guess as to what Steve's cum would
taste like, but I was in heaven with her vaginal shower.  With her ass
raised on the pillow, her asshole was readily available, and she orgasmed
frantically as I tongue-fucked her little bung.  I could tell that both her
bung and her cunt were virginal areas so far as tonguing was concerned.

   Steve's cock was now drooling pre-cum, drop after drop, and he said that
if he didn't get to fuck her soon he was going to explode in the air.  I
gave her cunt a farewell kiss and a little suck and guided his cock into
her wet twat.  As I should have anticipated, I'd be back for my creampie
sooner than usual, for Steve went off almost as soon as he sank his boner
to the hilt.  I coaxed him to leave it in her milking cunt as long as he
could, so that his balls would produce as much cum as possible.  Finally,
though, he went completely limp and was squeezed out of her pussy.

   "Liz, wait just a quick moment," I whispered to her.  "I want to lick
the cum off of Steve's cock so that it won't get wasted, then I'm going
down on your cunt as my reward of the evening." I didn't take much time
with Steve's cock, as cock-sucking is not one of my main pleasures, and in
the shake of a lamb's tail my face was buried in her wet pussy.

   To put it mildly, formerly prim and proper Elizabeth went nuts, with
repeated orgasms.  Her vaginal farts pushed out all of Steve's fresh and
surprisingly tangy cum mixed with her juices.

   Thinking the evening to be over, the three of us showered and, still
naked, went back into the living room perhaps to discuss the significance
of what had just taken place.  Steve said that the occasion warranted
opening a bottle of a champagne, and we toasted each other.

   I thanked both of them profusely, assuming, but never suggesting that we
could get together again for a repeat.  When I started to head for the
bedroom to dress, Steve took my arm and said: "Please wait.  If you don't
have to hurry off, Elizabeth and I would really like you to fuck her now.
I'm ready to go again, and after I cum, I'd like you to fuck her, giving
her two loads of cum in her pussy.  It will make our night all the more
memorable."

   Now fucking Elizabeth had not been part of the program as earlier
announced by Steve, but I had nothing better to do at home other than to
jack off, so why not?

   She was wet enough for immediate fucking, but I went down on her just to
make sure and for the still-lingering taste of Steve's cum.  Then I plunged
my boner into her twat and slowly, in and out, gave her something she
hadn't had in a long time, a fuck by someone other than Steve.  Her arms
around my neck and her begging for more and deeper was sufficient thanks
for a job well done.

   I hadn't cum before in that evening, so my load was huge, and had
started to ooze out around my cock when I had gone limp.  Without
hesitation, Steve assumed the position and gave her his second load of the
evening, to be mixed with my huge deposit of jism.

   When Steve slipped out of her now well-loved hole, he immediately went
face down into her pussy and started to lap, lick, and suck up the mixture
of our cums and her juices.  This was obviously something new to him.  His
enthusiasm projected his greatly surprised Elizabeth to orgasm, pushing out
more cum for him to drink.  Two or three vaginal farts shot out the rest,
and Steve never seemed to get his fill.  For good measure, he asked Liz to
come over on top of him and drop her cunt on his face for more sucking.

   Providently, that evening had to end, and it did so on the best of
terms. When I was dressed and standing at the door, Steve and Elizabeth
(still naked) thanked me profusely.

   Steve said, "We want you to have an open invitation to come over again
any Saturday night for another threesome." Added Elizabeth, "If you like,
you can even bring one of your lady friends for our mutual pleasure.  Now
that my Steve is a creampie-eater, he needs a strange cunt to fuck and
suck. And...  I'd like a chance to do a woman, particularly if she has been
fucked.  Steve agrees with me that we both have learned a lot in the
pleasures of sex."

   Liz French kissed me goodnight, making me wish that time would fly until
the next Saturday night.  Steve and I enjoyed fucking and sucking Liz
together many times after that, and I did introduce them to a lady friend
of mine who has joined us a few times.