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 MY FIRST THREESOME A True Story

   By Ken S.

   A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to live in a community with a
fairly active swinging and home party scene.  I had a willing partner, and
"the scene" was an irregular, but enjoyable part of my life.

   One July, I took a cross-country motorcycle trip, visiting old friends
in the Midwest.  Along the way, I stopped in on Bill and his new wife,
Esther.  Bill had always been a good friend, and we made quite a pair.  He
is a giant of a guy, at about 6' 8" and 260 lbs., while I am your pretty
average guy.  We did a great Bud and Lou act.

   Since I last saw Bill he has married one of his students.  I had
expected Esther to be younger than Bill (a middle-aged guy like myself),
but was not prepared for the exceptionally gorgeous and gracious young
woman who met me at the door.

   The temperature was well into the 90's, and it had been a long, hot
ride. Esther quickly prepared a round of cool drinks and suggested that we
head for the pool to cool off and relax.  The pool-side conversation was
casual.  While Bill and I talked of old times, Esther splashed about in a
blue bikini (not a thong, but close enough to gain my attention).  She had
a truly lovely body...  lean and tan...  and she demonstrating the obvious
attributes of youth and an athletic lifestyle.

   In comparison to the two of them, my own appearance made me a little
self conscious.  But, Esther being the good hostess, coaxed me into the
pool.  Soon she even encouraged a little aquatic roughhousing.  Just being
near Esther's sweet young body caused my heart to race, and I had to take
some care to conceal the erection that was clearly visible under my
borrowed Speedo.

   As the afternoon waned, we adjourned to the house, where we continued to
talk and listen to Bill's huge collection of old rock 'n roll.  Esther
busied herself about the kitchen and bar, and floated in and out of the
conversation, then dressed in some remarkably short cutoff jeans and a
white shirt, tied just below her breasts.  About the time that I began to
worry that I was too obvious in my staring at her smooth tan legs and
stomach, she disappeared into the bedroom, and I was able to concentrate on
my discussion with Bill of long lost friends and colleagues.

   After a few minutes, Esther reappeared, dressed not in shorts and shirt,
but in a sort of cowboy outfit made of a G-string and fringe...  with an
appropriate ten-gallon hat to complete the look.  Without comment she
raised the volume on the stereo, and began to dance, obviously for my
benefit.  Not wishing to insult such hospitality, I watched intently.

   She stepped onto the coffee table, and as the fringe moved I could
clearly see her closely shaven mons, barely concealed by the G-string.  My
pulse was pounding so hard that I was barely aware of Bill's voice
informing me that, while Esther was afraid of motorcycles, she had a thing
for riders, and had a recurring fantasy of being taken by several such men.
It was all I could do to not reach out and run my hands along the soft
curves of her hips and waist.

   My restraint was apparently unnecessary.  As Bill continued to speak...
inviting me to help them live Esther's fantasy...  she dropped her fringed
top, exposing small firm breasts with rock-hard nipples, and the tiniest of
tan lines.  She stepped from the table, and sat on my lap, where she
continued to "dance." My arms encircled her, pulling her to me, where I
lavished kisses on her shoulders, neck and chest.

   After a few delirious moments, Esther arose and pulled me to my feet,
proceeding then to remove my shirt and pants.  I wore no underwear after my
swim, and when she opened the fly, my erect cock sprang from its
confinement.

   Esther dropped to her knees, and showered my lower anatomy with kisses.
As I stepped out of the heaped clothes she took the base of my member in
her hands, and I watched in near rapture as the remainder disappeared into
her mouth.  Suddenly remembering the presence of my friend...  her husband,
I looked over at Bill to find him leaning back in a recliner, drink and
cigarette in hand, obviously enjoying the show.

   Esther stood, dropping the G-string in the process, and exposing her
fully shaven and pouting sex.  She was writhing as she kissed me, and my
hand sought her naked vulva.  As I ran my fingers past her labia to her
glorious buttocks, I could feel her pussy lips...  hot, wet and slippery,
spread gaping across my forearm.

   We danced a lovers' dance, twisting like eels along each other's bodies,
until we found ourselves behind a large chair in the middle of the room. 
She was in front of me at that point, stretching her arms into the air and
arching her back as my hands slid from her shoulders, across her breasts
and down her sides.  Her hands reached for the chair back, and she bent
forward, arms outstretched, thrusting her upturned bottom into the air.  I
fell to my knees, burying my face in her wet sex, licking the length of
her...  and letting my tongue play about her beautiful young bum.

   She glistened with the dew of her excitement, and I came to me feet. 
With her back to me, I quickly impaled her pussy on my throbbing member. 
She let out a long slow moan and pushed herself back against me.  As bill
watched us, we rested there for a moment, coupled to the hilt, my balls
pressed tight against her.  Then we began to move slowly, still to the
rhythm of the music.

   We were not at this long when Bill said, "Fuck her in her ass." I found
his statement to be crude, but clear, and it was obviously in keeping with
Esther's intentions, as she moaned again, and twisted her bottom against my
thighs.  Obliging, I removed my dripping organ from her sex, and...  after
a generous, if hurried, tonguing of her puckered bum...  took her as
directed.  Esther obviously thrived on anal penetration, and proceeded to
fuck me in the most delicious manner.

   Bill stepped to the front of the chair on which Esther and I were
balanced, presenting his own tool, remarkable for both its length and
girth, for her to suck: which she greedily did.  It was the beginning of
wonderful evening.  The initial frenzy passed, and we settled into hours of
languorous, although inventive, sex.

   The images still flash before me as I write of my memories!

   Esther recumbent on the couch...  that time facing me...  her legs high
in the air, knees about my shoulders, slowly rose to meet the thrusts of my
cock as it filled her bottom.  i looked down at her face.  Her eyes were
closed, hair damp.  My stomach rubbed against her wet and swollen sex as we
cried out in mutual delight.  I filled her bum with my load!

   When i pulled out, Bill immediately took my place.  I watched his huge
rod disappear into the same inviting orifice from which I had just
withdrawn.

   After about 10 minutes of pumping in and out of Esther, Bill pulled out
and rested on the couch.  Esther left the room long enough to grab a towel.
She had soaked it in warm water and wrung it out.  She returned, and began
to gently wash Bill's cock and nuts.  When she was done wiping his privates
clean she reached out and took his cock into her mouth...  her lips
wrapping around his girth as she looke up into his eyes.

   Bill continued to sit on the corner of the couch, Esther's hands and
tongue driving him to madness...  while I lay on the floor, my face buried
between her legs.  Soon they both came with agonized groans of joy.

   The taste of Bill's jism was still on her lips as I pull Esther to the
floor and kissed her.  I drove my cock into her, and sent a torrent (well,
such a torrent as I could manage by that point) of my own hot cum deep into
her still quivering sex.

   Later on their bed, Esther rode her bull-of-a-husband, while I balanced
my smaller frame behind her, penetrating her from behind, stretching her
both physically and emotionally.  Her imperative demand for us to "cum
hard, cum deep" motivated both Bill and me to pump deeply into her two
orifices until she collapsed in a wrenching orgasm.

   Within fifteen minutes I was holding onto the bed posts, while Esther,
with a flawless sense of fair play, attacked my well-oiled ass with a
dildo, bringing my flaccid manhood back to life for another round of
fucking.  She warned me that my continued shrieks might cause the gay guys
next door to break through the wall.

   Eventually, we all collapsed on the bed for some rest.  Napping
contentedly, with Esther's naked body spooned between us, we awoke only to
begin again to fill the room with the sweet scent of our lust.

   By morning, I must have cum five times (a significant feat for my old
prostate).  Bill had come at least as many times, and Esther apparently
many more.  In the end she was actually groggy from lust, shaking with
orgasmic spasms.  It seemed like the mere touch of a tongue on her swollen
clit would cause her to spend again.

   We got together several times after that, including an exceptionally
debauched foursome with my partner of that time, but that first encounter
remains among my favorite memories...  filling as it did all of my
requirements for an enjoyable threesome: a spontaneous adventure that
included time for banter and foreplay, with an obviously loving and
consenting couple, both of whom I genuinely liked.  The evening was for
Esther.  The fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, but physical
appearance was not the most important thing in that threesome.

   Alas, since I have moved to a new home in the central Midwest (O.K.,
it's Omaha), the demands of work and home leave little time to know people
well enough for the exploration of this most enjoyable side of sexuality.
   Ken